I had to go into town this morning, and so to save on the effort of finding a parking space I decided to take the bus. I got absolutely soaking wet whilst waiting at the bus stop, but there we are, these things happen. Anyway, I came to the conclusion, on the journey home, that I’d hate to be a bus driver. My driver was getting so stressed out by the volume of traffic and other road users who weren’t very considerate, he must have blood pressure levels flying through the roof! One little old lady crossing the main street wasn’t quite fast enough for him, so he beeped her as he narrowly avoided clipping her with the wing mirror, and then on Greyfriars Road (where a lot of the bus stops are) a bus from a different company than his had parked in the bus lane (how rude!!!) and so of course he felt the need to beep him too. Only yards further on, both he and a lorry charged for a gap obviously not big enough for the both of them, which led to more beeping, and this time, shouting out of the window (that one always makes such a huge difference!). All in all, if the rest of his bus runs were anything like the one I was on, he will probably be going home tonight at the end of his shift complaining about the idiots on the road, feeling as if he’s had a really bad day. And so, knowing that my patience levels are not the highest, I’ve decided to strike ‘bus driver’ off my future career list! When I was very little, I did actually want to be a bus driver, until I found out that they don’t get to keep all the fares which people pay to them!
On a slightly different note, I was really annoyed on Sunday afternoon, after a learner driver drove into the front of my car. No-one was hurt, and luckily the car wasn’t damaged, but I was so cross about it. It was in a supermarket car park, and I was sitting in the car with the boys while my husband ran in to get a few groceries. I was really tired too, so I had my eyes shut, when suddenly, BANG! My car was shunted back about half the car length, right into the middle of the lane in between the parked cars. And the handbrake was on, so I really don’t know how the driver managed to build up enough force to move us that far back without damaging the cars at all. Anyway, I got out of the car, in a steaming bad mood, and asked for her details. She only gave me a name and a mobile phone number, so I very deliberately wrote down her car registration number as well as a description of the car, the time and the date in case I needed to make a claim at a later date. Why, though, would a learner driver be allowed out into a busy car park (it was really very full) if she was unable to stop the car when she needed to? The thing which I think annoyed me the most though, was that a woman came up to her who obviously knew her and sympathised with her for having a bump (ahem?!?) and then said, and I kid you not, “Oh well, it’s good that you’ve got your first bump out of the way”! Excuse me? Good for who, exactly? Certainly not good for me, already in a bad mood and not feeling myself, with a reasonably new car which I happen to like quite a lot. Good for her, maybe, with her battered old Fiesta and a woman who should have been supervising her driving who couldn’t even be bothered to get out of the car for five minutes after this silly young girl had failed to remember which one the stop pedal was. Honestly, how I restrained myself from using some very choice language in telling them exactly what I thought of them, I’ll never know.
I feel better for getting all of that off my chest!
