Being a commuting
student, I travel on godforsaken,
untimely buses regularly.
Women blaring on their
phones ranting on about their insufficient lovers, toddlers screaming at the
top of their lungs and grannies that won’t shut up about their pet dog Norris. Not to mention the drivers who are either
checking you out or wouldn’t help you if you were on fire.
Sometimes I wonder why
I don’t just buy a banger & use that – oh yeah, the unaffordable insurance.
I am a very polite
person – letting the elderly have a seat and listening to them nag about ‘our
generation’ being rude. However, I can’t help but find them hypocritical.
A perfect example
happened to me yesterday whilst I was waiting for my bus back to Belper. There
was a pretty long queue due to the unreliable Trent Barton & I was near the
front.
To the left of me was
this old women who just seemed to hover, taking no notice of the queue. She
went on to fetch her ticket from the office & had the nerve to push in
behind me – claiming that she was here before everyone else.
And what’s worse? She
was then moaning about a young girl who had ‘pushed’ to the front. Really she
was waiting for the next bus, and I couldn’t help but feel anger towards the
old women.
Using the bus service,
you expect to be treated fairly and like a human, not like a zoo animal. Well –
so I thought!
