Most of you are probably aware that I commute to and from work every day, which largely consists of a walk, a train, a bus followed by another walk or another bus depending on the weather and if I’m lazy. Generally the commuting goes without a glitch but occasionally one is hindered in ones travelling by the unsuspecting half wits.
One type of halfwit generally has a certain… maturity….aye, maturity, that’s a good way of saying ancient or old!...Anyway, these “mature” people usually come out of hiding on very hot days or when its pi55ing down. They stand at the bus stop like any other person discreetly camouflaged. The bus then turns up and other commuters automatically stand aside in the baking heat or rain and let the mature halfwit thru the throng to the bus doors. At which point the halfwit suddenly realises they are catching a bus and then proceed to stand still, just inside the bus doors, searching thru all manner of bags looking for a bus pass or loose change whilst the rest of the commuters get baked in the heat or soaked in the rain.
Another set of halfwits hinder the happy commuter are the actual chauffeurs themselves, yes the bus drivers! These folk have to put up with a fair amount of grief, generally from the “youth of today”. In saying this, some have taking it upon themselves to reduce this grief by simply driving straight past would be passengers, including myself. If you are not aware, in Sydney
So I hope this offers some insight into the torrid life of an ordinary commuter, and probably a little more of an insight into my deluded psyche.
All the best with your commuting……
