This time, I had some fun with a bus.
I was waiting for my bus after work last night, and my stop isn’t far from a zebra crossing where I could see the bus I’d been expecting for a few minutes in the freezing cold.
When the light turned green for the bus, I got my tiny lil’ hand out of my warm sleeves and signalled the bus driver. Standard procedure.
Did the driver stop?
No.
Because he was reading something and he didn’t see me!
There was a man at the stop, who told me that complaining to the bus company was useless, but I want to hope that they’ll answer my e-mail.
I had to wait for another bus (did I say how bloody cold it was last night?) and I’m still furious.
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