A rant for the public transport peoples.
Waiting by the bus stop. Next bus in another thirty minutes. Four buses passing by. Still environment, nothing to see. What could these twenty minutes rather be. I could sew a couple of seams. Topstitch a cape. Design six or seven. But instead I wait. Here it comes. Don't worry Mister Bus bloke, we'll wait for your toilet break. Cabbage like smell. Scutty ass seats. Go on charge me £2 for this journey. Bastard. The drunk ass man chatting tales of 'how to live a life'. Engine running on for another twenty. Almost an hour wasted, for a ten minute journey. A waste. Of my time. Of my day. Of my life. Yes you are convenient. Yes, you help with my lack of driving skills. But oh my dear lord. I hate fucking buses.
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