Bus Driver
Arrived in my home town of Chesterfield (the town with the wonky spire) at the train station and proceeded to walk to the bus stop in the town centre. Was running a bit late for the scheduled time of bus departure, and sure enough the bus was sat waiting at the traffic lights, ready to leave.

So I look at the driver to see if he'll let me on, but he won't. Fair enough I thinks, since the lights were just about to change and he was sat in traffic.

The bus has to go the long way round to the next stop, so, carrying an enormous and heavy piece of luggage, I decide to run down to the bottom of town to catch the same bus.
Gets there, to find the bus waiting for me in the bus stop. The driver puts on his indicator and begins to edge out into the road where there is a massive queue of traffic through town.

Absolutely knackered, I finally get to the bus, of which, 98% of it is still situated in the bus stop, and knock on the door for the driver to let me on. Knowing that I've just legged it through town, with a massive bag on my shoulder, he just shakes his head and turns away.

I could not beleive it. What a cunt. And he was the sort of cunt who won't turn to face you even though you want his attention for an explanation.

So what I decide to do is walk to the next stop about 400 yards on, knowing it'll probably take the bus about 5 minutes to get there and flag it down.

The bus rolls up and opens the door. I decide to wipe the little grin off the smug driver's face. I stand on the first step, look at him and ask why he wouldn't let me on since he was sat in the bus stop. Before he can answer I just completely abuse him and say that I don't want to catch his bus now, and I'd rather walk home than travel with a complete and utter cock.

I get three quarters of the way home before he finally passes me, at which point I stick two fingers up at him and mouth the word cunt.

He was not pleased. Fucking jobsworth.
(Roy Horn, Mon 16 May 2005, 16:44, Reply)