Oh, there's another one.
A certain bus company in Manchester - beginning in Stage and ending in Coach - have the most jobsworth bus drivers known to man.

I regularly get the bus from Altrincham back home on a weekday and I've lost the count I've been stranded in Northenden or Didsbury because the git driving has finished his shift, even though he's supposed to take us to Piccadilly.

There was a day when the traffic around Altrincham was really bad, and the bus turned up late. Rather than apologising for being late, the twat promptly moaned at us for having the incredulity to actually get on the bus ("it's not worth it, get the Metro"- why would I want to do that?), then verbally abused and old woman when she asked him how long it would take to get to Sale ("I don't bloody know love"), then drove past the stop at City College as he "hadn't got time for effing students" and then pulled up in Didsbury, after letting one guy on the bus at the previous stop, and told us all to get off, his shift was over and "there's no way I'm taking you all to Manchester, it's more than my job's worth, against union rules". The guy who'd got on at the previous stop went mental, understandably.

No apologies for girth, length or any other dimension.
(scentless_apprentice takes two bottles into the shower!, Fri 13 May 2005, 8:39, Reply)