Let's hope they hurt themselves, thieving toads
like to thank the 48 driver who sailed straight past me at the bus stop outside Debenhams last night at about 9.15. A 5ft 7" lone single female at a bus stop on a [relatively] deserted street must be either a) really threatening and b) really hard to spot when she's waving her arm in the air to get you to stop. It's not like you don't know the stop is the first one just around that corner, obscured by shrubbery and illegally parked cars!
I don't usually get into bus driver-baiting cos my dad was one and these days it's a sh*t job for sh*t money, but I was a little less than chuffed.
Taking no chances with the next bus, I stepped into the road and waved like a madwoman just to make sure the driver saw me.
Other than that, I did
have a great night with my mates
NB. I like the word "twunt"