Being told off as an adultWhen was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
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chthonic, Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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An addition to the petty jobsworth bastard list...Fucking Transport for London staff. Every single bloody one of them, in every position.
The tube station I exited from to get to work before I moved to within walking distance was a prime example of this. Instead of staffing both exits, they choose to have one with 'touch in, touch out' machines and no barriers, and employ their most miserable cunts to police it during rush hour.
Upon touching out and walking through one day, I was accosted by one of these tossers. 'YOU didn't touch out!' he said gleefully. 'Yes, I did,' I responded, handing over my card for him to check. He duly checked, and saw that I had indeed touched out. He then proceeded to scroll through every journey I had ever taken on it, presumably hoping to prove that there had been an occasion in the past on which I had not touched out. He did not find one.
Considering the frequency with which TFL claim that Oyster cards and their storage of information do not constitute an invasion of privacy, I thought this was a bit of a pisstake.
He then grabbed the next woman to go through, who, to be fair, had not touched out, quite aggressively by the arm. I would like to think she reported him, but I doubt it. Most Londoners are far too used to being treated like dirt by the transport nazis to care any more.
(, Sun 23 Sep 2007, 18:00, Reply)
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