Being told off as an adult
When 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!
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
When 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!
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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Bus Drivers
Back when I was a pauper and had to use public transport to get around I used to take a route from my estate to the centre of town, which took about half an hour.
Our regular driver was Jeff. I have no idea what his real name was but I christened him Jeff on account of his looking like Jeff Lynn of ELO fame (circa 1978)
Jeff was a miserable bastard, there was no other way to describe it. Whatever nice bone was once left in his body had long since perished and dissolved into a cesspool of hatred and bitterness.
Jeff would never stop at the actual bus stop but a few metres ahead or behind, more if it was raining.
He objected to people proffering him anything except exact change, he even refused to take one female passenger on account of the change she gave him being 'dirty'.
He shouted at people to sit down before he'd stopped the bus, he scanned every bus pass with microscopic detail and refused to let you on if your pass didnt meet his standards of cleanliness and presentation.
Jeff told everyone off as though they were children, I think he had a personality disorder of biblical proportions.
It all caught up with him one day when he refused to let a young female student onto the bus because she 'had too much luggage' and she pepper sprayed him.
Seeing him thrashing about in the drivers seat like a squid in a fishing net had tears of laughter rolling down my face.
She certainly told him.
( , Wed 26 Sep 2007, 11:40, Reply)
Back when I was a pauper and had to use public transport to get around I used to take a route from my estate to the centre of town, which took about half an hour.
Our regular driver was Jeff. I have no idea what his real name was but I christened him Jeff on account of his looking like Jeff Lynn of ELO fame (circa 1978)
Jeff was a miserable bastard, there was no other way to describe it. Whatever nice bone was once left in his body had long since perished and dissolved into a cesspool of hatred and bitterness.
Jeff would never stop at the actual bus stop but a few metres ahead or behind, more if it was raining.
He objected to people proffering him anything except exact change, he even refused to take one female passenger on account of the change she gave him being 'dirty'.
He shouted at people to sit down before he'd stopped the bus, he scanned every bus pass with microscopic detail and refused to let you on if your pass didnt meet his standards of cleanliness and presentation.
Jeff told everyone off as though they were children, I think he had a personality disorder of biblical proportions.
It all caught up with him one day when he refused to let a young female student onto the bus because she 'had too much luggage' and she pepper sprayed him.
Seeing him thrashing about in the drivers seat like a squid in a fishing net had tears of laughter rolling down my face.
She certainly told him.
( , Wed 26 Sep 2007, 11:40, Reply)
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