10 mins early, 5 mins early, on time, 5 mins late, 10 mins late... it matters not when I arrive. As soon as I arrive at the bus stop, it is always just pulling away.
It's like they have CCTV nearby, and purposely arrange for buses to arrive early/late to coincide their departure as I arrive.
And WorstBus, obviously, has trained it's drivers to Take A Deep Interest In BHS When Pulling Out Or Waiting By The Crossing Whilst The Lights Are Red so they can't let anyone on who they've just deliberately closed the door on. Probably cackling maniacally when they decide to depart 5/10 mins early (or running 20/25 mins late).
And you can guarantee the next bus due every half hour will take 45 mins to arrive. If at all.
That's assuming the bus even stops, because the bus stop has been filled with Taxis. Or "Fucking Taxi Driving Cunts, don't they know it's a bloody bus stop? Refusing to twatting move and fucking pulling out and doing a u-turn on St Stephen's despite that there's no u-turns allowed? Fucking bastards" as the collective of drivers said as they discussed it after boarding on Castle Meadow on their way to Vulvan Road, the driver having lamented his lot to them as they switched drivers.
What is it with selfish cunts and bus stops? Bad enough when the 36, 37, 38 and 39 all turn up at the same time at a two bus bay, but worse when cuntish cockgobblers use St Stephen's as a bus stop.
And it's always MY stop!
Oh, I see the 38 coming round the corner. Well I never! Some felcher decides to pull up right by the opening if the shelter. Stick the hazards on and pop to the cashpoint. Oh, another, and some butterball waddles out and nips into Starbucks for takeaway latté and a big bag of muffnuts, swirls, Danish pastries, and a skinny blueberry muffin (as they're watching their weight. Watching it increase, if you ask me).
Oh, some cunt has pulled in, and waiting for his missus to come out of Argos & Iceland, with a mountain of baggage that takes forever to stack in the boot properly.
Bugger, the 37 is early, and in front of the 38.
If you're lucky, the 37 stops in the middle of the road, rather than decide to simply drive on to Castle Meadow. Honk honk honk, goes the bus at the stationary cars blocking it's loading bay...
...and waits...
Honk honk goes the traffic. Honk honk goes the bus. Fuck you, goes the taxi, person at cashpoint queue, and drivers waiting to pick up their partners.
...and eventually the driver gives up and remains blocking the road, opening it's doors to allow boarding. Traffic backing up to the roundabout. A LOT of people getting off, getting on, questioning the driver, getting off again, paying with fiddly change. Honkity honk honk from the driver stuck behind & right round the roundabout. Eventually, he's off! Yay! Now comes the 38...
...and eventually the driver gives up and remains blocking the road, opening it's doors to allow boarding. Traffic backing up to the roundabout. A LOT of people getting off, getting on, questioning the driver, getting off again, paying with fiddly change. Honkity honk honk from the driver stuck behind & right round the roundabout. Eventually, he's off! Yay! Now comes the 38...
And if I'm lucky, the 38 stops in the middle of the road, rather than simply driving on to Castle Meadow. Honk honk honk, goes the bus at the stationary cars still blocking the loading bay...
...and waits...
...and waits...
Honk honk goes the traffic. Honk honk goes the bus. Fuck you, goes the taxi, person at cashpoint queue, and drivers waiting to pick up their partners and feral brood now rampaging about the bus stop and fighting in the now empty main road.
...and eventually the driver gives up and remains blocking the road, opening it's doors to allow boarding. Traffic backing up to the roundabout. A LOT of people getting off, getting on, questioning the driver, getting off again, paying with fiddly change. Honkity honk honk from the driver stuck behind & right round the roundabout. Eventually, we're off home!
...and eventually the driver gives up and remains blocking the road, opening it's doors to allow boarding. Traffic backing up to the roundabout. A LOT of people getting off, getting on, questioning the driver, getting off again, paying with fiddly change. Honkity honk honk from the driver stuck behind & right round the roundabout. Eventually, we're off home!
Fucking Twatbadtards parking in bus stops - hanging's too good for 'em I say!!
