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This reminds me, a couple of months ago at work, I'm stood waiting for the bus. The place I work is at an out-of-town retail park (and I work in a chain bookstore there, too, so, yes, I am both KILLING LOCAL BOOKSHOPS, KILLING THE HIGH STREET and KILLING THE PLANET by doing my job, evil me), and has an odd quirk in that there's a bus stop on either side of the road - one going in to the park, one heading out - and buses, when arriving/leaving stop at each bus stop. Some guy drives up, and gets stuck behind a bus at the stop. Not the one I'm waiting for, a different bus. His wife/significant other gets out of the car, then, as soon as she's left, he goes ballistic on the horn, honking at the bus, shouting at the driver to move his arse, and generally being Aggressive Motorist at everyone for having the temerity to want to use public transport.
And then, fantastically, he had to do it all again when he got stuck behind the bus at the stop on the other side of the road, except that time he also had to put up with me pointing at him and doubling over with laughter. |
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