AUGUST 12TH, 2003: BUS TRIPS FROM HELL
I remembered why I hate travelling on buses again the other evening on my way to Hellhole. Apart from the fact that it is the most boring and scenery free trip in history, you are stuck in a confined area from which you cannot get up and walk around. If you dare try the unsteadiness of the bus causes many tumbles into other passengers. But this trip was worse. The worst bus trip that I have ever had is the one to Torquay for Offshore in the year 2000. Apart from there being too many people on the bus, meaning that I had to sit next to someone, I was sitting behind the two most obnoxious drunks that you have ever met. They kept harassing everyone, general all round bullying (see, I do remember some, from adults), but I was lucky to avoid their scathing remarks. Instead I was on the receiving end of many unwelcome “Hello pretty lady” sentences.
Last Friday’s bus trip was almost as bad, yet in some ways amusing.
I have a tendency to sit up at the very last seat so that if I doze of, as I am apt to do if Missy does, then no one can see me without turning around. I assume all buses are the same, where the seats on the left side are 20cm in front of the seats on the right, like the manner in which bricks a lain. When I nod of my mouth drops open and I drool, so it is best if no one sees me. But I could not sleep because I was too worried about the man sitting in front of me. He was somewhere in his early 20’s and sat in the seat directly in front of me. That of course would not have been a problem, if he did not keep turning around to stare directly at me with adoring eyes for minutes at a time.
Eventually he had to move because a drink was spilt on him (I’ll explain that in a minute) and he sat up the front of the bus. You would think that was the end of it wouldn’t you, except he was on the bus again on my way back on Monday. Yes, he was sitting right up the back in the seat that I wanted (he got on the stop before me). So I sat half way down the bus so as not to be anywhere near him. However when we stopped in Pehnpros I got off to get some chips (ham and Keens Mustard, ew) and when I returned he was in the seat nearest me in the right aisle from whence he kept staring at me. There was no reason for him to be there, but he just kept looking. And I wanted to sleep again!
When we arrived back in Centre City I left as quick as I could with him in tow, but he did not get on the bus I was catching home. If he had I would have sat next to the driver and done a full trip around!
So he wasn’t the only difficulty on the Friday bus, there was also a troublesome woman. I took an immediate disliking to her when she pushed in front of me to use the phone that I had been waiting 10 minutes for and then proceeded to talk for a further 10 minutes. I was cringing when she got on the bus. To make matters worse she took her shoes off and dumped them in the middle of the aisle, then placed her feet ON TOP of the chair in front of her. By all means, take your shoes off, just put them under your chair. Even put your feet on the chair in front of you, but not on top. Stuck beside her was some poor prepubescent boy that sat rigidly for the next half an hour until she got up and stole the seat behind her when the 16 year old buy went to the toilet! I would love to have known what he was thinking when he came back to see she had taken his seat. So he sat by the young boy.
At some point during the trip she got up to go to the toilet. Each of us in the area watched her stumble in (she was drunk before getting on and despite the illegality of it she was still drinking on the bus), looked at each other with quizzical faces and shrugged, then contemplated the idea of locking her in there for the rest of the trip to shut her up.
We almost didn’t have to because on her second trip to the toilet she fell on me and proceeded to hit her head on the floor then the wall. If she had been sober it would have hurt like hell and we would have cared. But she got up, tripped again into the toilet and this time forgot to close the door properly, so the whole bus was privy to her nether region as she defecated and then changed from terrible orange tracksuits to a lacy g-string in her cellulite ridden body and a pair of black pants.
When we had a break at Pehnpros she got off and talked to us, but I couldn’t understand one slurred word that she said. Even the bus driver joked about leaving her behind and was I think already preparing the ticket that she was to receive when they alighted in Wank City.
As we arrived in Hellhole she asked if it was Wank City (for the millionth time) and I was going to say yes, but I couldn’t be that cruel. I wonder if she remembers anything?
Anyway, she was the one that spilt the drink on the creepy guy. And that is why I hate buses. On a train I could have walked away. Now I have to watch The Big Heat (1953), another movie for me Cinema class. Another from the film noir genre, which I think, I am apt to love. They looked so much better back then. Their idea of good looking was my idea of good looking, and I love the clothes!
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