Death of a thousand cuts

[altariel]

Compliments of the fucking season to the bus driver who saw me trying to catch his bus, waited all the time I was stuck at the pedestrian crossing, then running across the road, and then sprinting towards his bus before closing the door in my face and driving off to sit at the red lights ten yards away earlier. Ah, public transport...

Undaunted, I went back into the Haunted Bookshop where a shelf load of Doctor Who Target novelizations fell on my head. "Dying this way would be the ultimate irony," I said to the nice young man who helped me regain my dignity. "Oh," he replied jauntily, "I can think of more ironic ways to go!" Trust me, mate, you can't.

Comments

[kalypso-v.livejournal.com]

I've met that bus driver, or would have done if he hadn't got away...

Fortunately, I've also met the one who glanced to his left as he was pulling out of Stockport bus station, saw me racing down the hill from the railway station, and paused until I had leapt aboard. I asked how he knew it was that particular bus I was running for, and he said well, it seemed worth waiting just in case.

[jomacmouse.livejournal.com]

Good bus drivers, who are considerate like that, are worth their weight in gold, aren't they? I suspect they don't do school routes, though...

[altariel.livejournal.com]

God bless him. Sometimes that happens, but not as often as the first example. That'll teach me to live in the South. Oh, I did dream about a nice bus driver last night.