Wait Watchers / April 14 2008
I had to catch a bus into Alfreton this morning and found myself waiting for about ninety minutes before I eventually got on one. I was so happy, I felt like bursting into song.
What annoyed me more than the actual waiting-time was the fact that I was being watched by two obese women with greasy hair and bad skin from the bedroom window of a terraced house directly opposite the bus stop. I was infuriated. They were staring directly at me and did not seem to mind that I was clearly being made to feel very uncomfortable by the unwanted attention I was receiving.
Eventually, the window was opened and one of them called out to me. ‘You’ll ‘ave a long wait, duck. Busses aren’t coming ‘round ‘ere cuss of t’roadworks down by t’market. You need to catch one outside t’church.’
They had watched me standing there for a full hour-and-a-half before one of them decided to impart to me this information. I fancy I had a slight air of sarcasm about me as I thanked them and hurried on down the hill.
I like these people, I really do, but they baffle me sometimes. They are extremely polite and will always wish you good day before mugging you, for example, but I have had several disagreeable experiences at their hands and I am beginning to suspect that they enjoy tormenting me. Their words and actions are more often than not full of absurdities the charm of which is beginning to wear quite thin.
Filed under Annoyances / Complaining / Idiots
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4 comments on “Wait Watchers”
Nelson Galaxy / April 14th, 2008 at 2:44 pm
Next time you wait for a bus do it in the nude - bet they wouldn’t stare then.
Napoleon Fantastic / April 14th, 2008 at 4:31 pm
Thanks, Nelson, helpful as always.
Jo Beaufoix / April 21st, 2008 at 12:44 am
They might stare though. They might come down and grab you. I’d stay clothed just in case.
Napoleon Fantastic / April 21st, 2008 at 4:22 pm
I intend to stay fully clothed next time I wait for a bus. I’m addicted to trousers.
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