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Location:
Swansea.
With my inconvinient shopping bags, I waited my bus there was a small queue - 7 people perhaps.In the queue was the usual assortment of townie teenagers (all of course wearing the obligatory tracksuit bottoms and adidas caps), right at the back of the queue was a drunk little old man.
One of the teenagers was black and stood up on one of the benches talking to his townie mates about nothing in particular, after a while he left saying goodbye to his friends.Immediately afterwards the little old man turned to the remaining teenagers and started telling them that their friend wasn't going to last long, someting along the lines of he was going to die.At this point the bus pulled up and the townie teenagers at serious risk of having their street credibilty deducted by talking to this old man, went for the back seat.
I went for a seat nearer to the exit, what with my shopping and all.Little charming man sat behind me.As soon as the bus started moving he launched himself into a monologous verbal attack on the absent bench desicrating teenager -
"They should shoot them all, they come in by the thousands, five hundred thousand a month i think the telly said"
"They take our televisions, and houses"
"They should f**king work not just use our doctors and receive Giros, they use our money and they're still coming in five hundred thousand last week alone."
Then he looked at me;
"There, see, I bet all that shopping is from this week's Giro"
Then he looked at my trainers
"Thats our money that is" etc...
This man had HATE inside him, so much HATE.
The whole time there was deadly tension and silence on the bus.
He got off the bus several stops later, as he walked past i looked at him curious to see what the face of such a bitter man would look like, - he saw me looking and SPAT!!
There, that was a snippet from my day.
[EDIT] Damn spelling mistakes!! Cheers Paradox!
Swansea.
With my inconvinient shopping bags, I waited my bus there was a small queue - 7 people perhaps.In the queue was the usual assortment of townie teenagers (all of course wearing the obligatory tracksuit bottoms and adidas caps), right at the back of the queue was a drunk little old man.
One of the teenagers was black and stood up on one of the benches talking to his townie mates about nothing in particular, after a while he left saying goodbye to his friends.Immediately afterwards the little old man turned to the remaining teenagers and started telling them that their friend wasn't going to last long, someting along the lines of he was going to die.At this point the bus pulled up and the townie teenagers at serious risk of having their street credibilty deducted by talking to this old man, went for the back seat.
I went for a seat nearer to the exit, what with my shopping and all.Little charming man sat behind me.As soon as the bus started moving he launched himself into a monologous verbal attack on the absent bench desicrating teenager -
"They should shoot them all, they come in by the thousands, five hundred thousand a month i think the telly said"
"They take our televisions, and houses"
"They should f**king work not just use our doctors and receive Giros, they use our money and they're still coming in five hundred thousand last week alone."
Then he looked at me;
"There, see, I bet all that shopping is from this week's Giro"
Then he looked at my trainers
"Thats our money that is" etc...
This man had HATE inside him, so much HATE.
The whole time there was deadly tension and silence on the bus.
He got off the bus several stops later, as he walked past i looked at him curious to see what the face of such a bitter man would look like, - he saw me looking and SPAT!!
There, that was a snippet from my day.
[EDIT] Damn spelling mistakes!! Cheers Paradox!
Did you happen to notice if he had a copy of the Daily Mail in his hands? :-D
He's probably got years of embittered emotional hatred and drink welling up inside him.
And the fact them Blackies are stealing his cabbages.
And the fact them Blackies are stealing his cabbages.
Mumbai Duck wrote:
>
>
> This particular old git? I couldn't help but laugh at some of those
> quotes.
> Sorry if that's inappropriate, but it was all so retarded ¦^)
Heh heh in hindsight, it was quite funny and so far fetched!!
>
>
> This particular old git? I couldn't help but laugh at some of those
> quotes.
> Sorry if that's inappropriate, but it was all so retarded ¦^)
Heh heh in hindsight, it was quite funny and so far fetched!!
Notorious Biggles wrote:
> I used to run into a racist old moron quite often. I really don't get
> it with these people.
>
> On a side note tig, I always imagined you to be some skinny pale
> freak.
Skinny freak - yes!!
Pale - No!
:P
> I used to run into a racist old moron quite often. I really don't get
> it with these people.
>
> On a side note tig, I always imagined you to be some skinny pale
> freak.
Skinny freak - yes!!
Pale - No!
:P
500,000 a month? Haha
Try not let it bother you mate, although I'm sure it's easier said than done.
Try not let it bother you mate, although I'm sure it's easier said than done.
I used to run into a racist old moron quite often. I really don't get it with these people.
On a side note tig, I always imagined you to be some skinny pale freak.
On a side note tig, I always imagined you to be some skinny pale freak.
Hmm. Old people really do suck.
I'm convinced they cross to the same side of the pavement as you, just so they can get in your way.
It happens all the fricking time.
And on the bus today, all the seats were empty except 3. On one of those was me. Some old woman gets on the bus and sits down directly in front of me.
Okay, not a big thing, but she smelled unpleasant (though not the stereotypical stale urine smell) and was too close within my personal space. And there was no need for it, there were countless (if you can't count beyond 20 or so) other equally good seats around.
Once again a rubbish old person doing unnecessary things just to be mildly unplesant to people.
In my amateur psychology, I think maybe they feel like they're no longer an important part of society, and are reduced to doing meaningless things just to get some kind of a reaction out of people, just so they can feel like they still exist.
When you look at it like that you kind of feel sorry for them.
But then again, they're still doing their feeble best to be unplesant to random innocent people, just to provoke a reaction.
When they reach retirement age, it should be done in the blade runner sense :^D
(I'm not really for killing them, and I'm sure not all old people do it, but a lot of them really suck).
This particular old git? I couldn't help but laugh at some of those quotes.
Sorry if that's inappropriate, but it was all so retarded ¦^)
I'm convinced they cross to the same side of the pavement as you, just so they can get in your way.
It happens all the fricking time.
And on the bus today, all the seats were empty except 3. On one of those was me. Some old woman gets on the bus and sits down directly in front of me.
Okay, not a big thing, but she smelled unpleasant (though not the stereotypical stale urine smell) and was too close within my personal space. And there was no need for it, there were countless (if you can't count beyond 20 or so) other equally good seats around.
Once again a rubbish old person doing unnecessary things just to be mildly unplesant to people.
In my amateur psychology, I think maybe they feel like they're no longer an important part of society, and are reduced to doing meaningless things just to get some kind of a reaction out of people, just so they can feel like they still exist.
When you look at it like that you kind of feel sorry for them.
But then again, they're still doing their feeble best to be unplesant to random innocent people, just to provoke a reaction.
When they reach retirement age, it should be done in the blade runner sense :^D
(I'm not really for killing them, and I'm sure not all old people do it, but a lot of them really suck).
This particular old git? I couldn't help but laugh at some of those quotes.
Sorry if that's inappropriate, but it was all so retarded ¦^)
Heh, nice guy.
oh and it 'queue', just for future reference.
oh and it 'queue', just for future reference.
Location:
Swansea.
With my inconvinient shopping bags, I waited my bus there was a small queue - 7 people perhaps.In the queue was the usual assortment of townie teenagers (all of course wearing the obligatory tracksuit bottoms and adidas caps), right at the back of the queue was a drunk little old man.
One of the teenagers was black and stood up on one of the benches talking to his townie mates about nothing in particular, after a while he left saying goodbye to his friends.Immediately afterwards the little old man turned to the remaining teenagers and started telling them that their friend wasn't going to last long, someting along the lines of he was going to die.At this point the bus pulled up and the townie teenagers at serious risk of having their street credibilty deducted by talking to this old man, went for the back seat.
I went for a seat nearer to the exit, what with my shopping and all.Little charming man sat behind me.As soon as the bus started moving he launched himself into a monologous verbal attack on the absent bench desicrating teenager -
"They should shoot them all, they come in by the thousands, five hundred thousand a month i think the telly said"
"They take our televisions, and houses"
"They should f**king work not just use our doctors and receive Giros, they use our money and they're still coming in five hundred thousand last week alone."
Then he looked at me;
"There, see, I bet all that shopping is from this week's Giro"
Then he looked at my trainers
"Thats our money that is" etc...
This man had HATE inside him, so much HATE.
The whole time there was deadly tension and silence on the bus.
He got off the bus several stops later, as he walked past i looked at him curious to see what the face of such a bitter man would look like, - he saw me looking and SPAT!!
There, that was a snippet from my day.
[EDIT] Damn spelling mistakes!! Cheers Paradox!
Swansea.
With my inconvinient shopping bags, I waited my bus there was a small queue - 7 people perhaps.In the queue was the usual assortment of townie teenagers (all of course wearing the obligatory tracksuit bottoms and adidas caps), right at the back of the queue was a drunk little old man.
One of the teenagers was black and stood up on one of the benches talking to his townie mates about nothing in particular, after a while he left saying goodbye to his friends.Immediately afterwards the little old man turned to the remaining teenagers and started telling them that their friend wasn't going to last long, someting along the lines of he was going to die.At this point the bus pulled up and the townie teenagers at serious risk of having their street credibilty deducted by talking to this old man, went for the back seat.
I went for a seat nearer to the exit, what with my shopping and all.Little charming man sat behind me.As soon as the bus started moving he launched himself into a monologous verbal attack on the absent bench desicrating teenager -
"They should shoot them all, they come in by the thousands, five hundred thousand a month i think the telly said"
"They take our televisions, and houses"
"They should f**king work not just use our doctors and receive Giros, they use our money and they're still coming in five hundred thousand last week alone."
Then he looked at me;
"There, see, I bet all that shopping is from this week's Giro"
Then he looked at my trainers
"Thats our money that is" etc...
This man had HATE inside him, so much HATE.
The whole time there was deadly tension and silence on the bus.
He got off the bus several stops later, as he walked past i looked at him curious to see what the face of such a bitter man would look like, - he saw me looking and SPAT!!
There, that was a snippet from my day.
[EDIT] Damn spelling mistakes!! Cheers Paradox!