Pea roast, and actually relevant this time...
So, every morning, I head out, bleary-eyed, and far from bushy tailed, to catch the little bus that runs from my village, through a couple of others, then into the gleaming metropolis of Oxford.

I get on at about halfway through the bus’s total journey, and there are generally only a few on before me. We head off, and get to the next village along, which is where the bus fills up.

This is where the hatred begins…

In this village, there is a guy who gets on most days, and is also on the bus on the way home with me, most days. He is about my age, shaved head, office trousers, sometimes jeans, typical brown loafers/shoes, black jacket, and often a black beany.

He sometimes has to sit next to me, when the bus is full, and he splays his legs so I end up squished into the corner and listens to loud music. Loud enough for me to be able to tell what the song is, but not loud enough for me to be able to sing along.

This, whilst being irritating, just means I turn my music up, or read my book to avoid him.

But for some strange reason, I loathe this guy. I imagine his name is Rick, or Rich, or something like that, and every time I see him at the bus stop, I grimace a little, as he has become my arch-nemesis. It is completely irrational, but I hate his little baldy head, and his stupid attire, straight from the shop window of Next. And the way he sits. And the music he listens to (he has made me reconsider my like of The Libertines). And absolutely everything about him. Writing this now, I am slowly stewing and hope I don’t see him on the bus, as I am likely to want to knock is head off!

Since writing this story, I have started cycling on a regular basis, so rarely see him, but I am sure he is plotting on a way to annoy me more in future.

And there is absolutely no reason for this. I am sure he is probably a nice guy, but I can’t see this through the red mist that descends every time I see him.

I know that if at some point in my life, I end up in a fight to the death, or have to save my family from some heinous overlord, he will be the aggressor, and I will have to fight for all that is right in the world…

Does anyone else hate random people in the street, for no reason other than you do?

Length, about half an hour every morning and night…
(The Kwyjibo A big, dumb, balding North American ape., Thu 29 Apr 2010, 14:33, 4 replies)

I do
especially two girls who get the same bus as me.
I just think if i did actually know them i still wouldn't like them.
(FootOfTim, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 14:40, closed)

Yeah,
There is a guy who used to get the same train to work as me. I only ever saw him waiting on the platform, never once spoke to him or even got into the same carriage as him but I just knew he was a total cock.
(specialbrew, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 14:47, closed)

yes!
There's a woman who works in a company that shares our offices. I've not exchanged more than 3 words with her, but every time I see her ferrety little pointy face* and her oh-so-trendy topshop clothes fresh from the sweatshops, I want to punch her in her little blond head until she moves to a different company.


*Just to clarify, she isn't actually a ferret
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Thu 29 Apr 2010, 14:48, closed)

Do it!
If it proves a successful, and not court-filled way of getting rid of her, I will then try it on my enemies. It'll stop me having to cycle!
(The Kwyjibo A big, dumb, balding North American ape., Fri 30 Apr 2010, 10:25, closed)