Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bus. Show all posts

Monday, March 14, 2011

Duck, Duck, Silly Goose

My week really got off to the right start this morning.  Firstly, I caught an earlier bus than usual which meant that I avoided riding two stops with the incredibly smelly man who seems to sleep in the park near our house.  Catching the earlier bus also meant that I had the unbelievably nice driver who says good morning bella and have a good day to everybody, waits when he sees you running to catch the bus, and sings spiritedly along to the radio.  Today his route was interrupted when a construction worker, wearing what else but a high visibility shirt, short shorts, high visibility knee socks, and steel toed boots, walked out into the road with a big stop sign to allow a construction truck to pass out of a work zone.  The driver’s response?

“You stupid idiot, you silly goose, get out of the road with your lollipop [stop sign].  You’ve been working here for over six months and nothing has been done.  What a waste of money, you silly goose.”

I love it.  I wonder what he would have said to the group of inebriated men sitting at the back of the bus I was on yesterday, singing the wheels on the bus go round and round?  Or Anonymous Officemate II who randomly shouted out, “OMG, the Usher concert is tonight!!!!!!!!” in the midst of a conference call this morning?

They’re all silly gooses, all of them.  Stupid idiots.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Stop Verbally Assaulting Me!

When I studied abroad in university in Scotland, H came to visit me and we took an overnight train to London. While waiting for the train to arrive in Edinburgh, we observed a very drunk bloke getting in the face of a police officer. Rather than tazering and arresting him, the police officer repeated in a very calm voice, for about twenty minutes, to, “Stop verbally assaulting me! If you continue to verbally assault me, I will have no choice but to arrest me. Please stop verbally assaulting me.” Of course the “attack” continued until the drunk guy got bored and left, not in police escort.

I was reminded of this incident while on one of the free CAT buses into the central business district of Perth yesterday when I observed a sign that said the following:

“Please do not spit on Perth’s public transportation system. Spitting is not allowed. Drivers are now equipped with DNA kits to help apprehend the offender.”

Really????