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I've had a bit of a day with the old dears. I get a bus to work everyday and if I'm being lazy I don't go in to 9.30. This avoids the schoolkids on the buses but then you run into the pensionser - 9.30 being the time free bus permits are valid.
So anyway there are two horrible old crows that get on the bus everyday at 9.30 at the same stop as me. Today the bus arrived, there was no queue and the two old crows were rummaging around their numerous carrier bags searching for their bus passes which inevitabely are bound up in 92 furter plastic bags, string and elastic bands.
So I hopped on the bus. Old crow number one shouts out "If you don't want to queue get a f****ng cab". I'm obviously deeply upset that I've never thought of this classic line before but talk about slightly out of order. There was no queue, no one on the bus and they had 20 minutes to unwrap their bus passes before the bus arrived.
So get onto the bus and the two apple cheeked old dears sit in front of me. They start their usual racist/homophobic diatirbe. The final straw comes when a young guy with Cerebal Palsy gets on the bus. Cerebal Palsy is often characterised by a slight "spasticity" of the limbs - hence the offence term "spastic" people so enjoy. Queue old dears, shouting the term, pointing and generally having a go that he hadn't sprinted onto the bus.
This was the stage when I began to loose the plot. I guess that there is the myth that age mellows people. That you get older and wiser. This clearly hadn't happened for them. They got older, more bitter and more nasty. The irony was that their chief complaint was lack of respect from the "young".
I'd like to say I delivered a killer line when I got off the bus. I didn't. I muttered something incoherent at them about being "vicious old fools who were proably young fools" at some stage.
Guess I'll have to change my route to work.
So anyway there are two horrible old crows that get on the bus everyday at 9.30 at the same stop as me. Today the bus arrived, there was no queue and the two old crows were rummaging around their numerous carrier bags searching for their bus passes which inevitabely are bound up in 92 furter plastic bags, string and elastic bands.
So I hopped on the bus. Old crow number one shouts out "If you don't want to queue get a f****ng cab". I'm obviously deeply upset that I've never thought of this classic line before but talk about slightly out of order. There was no queue, no one on the bus and they had 20 minutes to unwrap their bus passes before the bus arrived.
So get onto the bus and the two apple cheeked old dears sit in front of me. They start their usual racist/homophobic diatirbe. The final straw comes when a young guy with Cerebal Palsy gets on the bus. Cerebal Palsy is often characterised by a slight "spasticity" of the limbs - hence the offence term "spastic" people so enjoy. Queue old dears, shouting the term, pointing and generally having a go that he hadn't sprinted onto the bus.
This was the stage when I began to loose the plot. I guess that there is the myth that age mellows people. That you get older and wiser. This clearly hadn't happened for them. They got older, more bitter and more nasty. The irony was that their chief complaint was lack of respect from the "young".
I'd like to say I delivered a killer line when I got off the bus. I didn't. I muttered something incoherent at them about being "vicious old fools who were proably young fools" at some stage.
Guess I'll have to change my route to work.
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From looking at the title I thought you were going to tell us something that was nice. But I was sadly mistaken by this old grannies who still think they're 'ard'. That was a bit of a surprise to read but then everyone automatically thinks of old people as being 'kind and loving' because your grandma and grandpa are these old caring people.
Most have learn't from their mistakes in life and that is why they are the people they are they are the 'image' of an old person. But not such a while ago on channel 4 it had about OAP's who still steal, mug, commite crimes and nothing seems to bother them.
It just prooves that no matter how old, people never change.
Most have learn't from their mistakes in life and that is why they are the people they are they are the 'image' of an old person. But not such a while ago on channel 4 it had about OAP's who still steal, mug, commite crimes and nothing seems to bother them.
It just prooves that no matter how old, people never change.
I've had a bit of a day with the old dears. I get a bus to work everyday and if I'm being lazy I don't go in to 9.30. This avoids the schoolkids on the buses but then you run into the pensionser - 9.30 being the time free bus permits are valid.
So anyway there are two horrible old crows that get on the bus everyday at 9.30 at the same stop as me. Today the bus arrived, there was no queue and the two old crows were rummaging around their numerous carrier bags searching for their bus passes which inevitabely are bound up in 92 furter plastic bags, string and elastic bands.
So I hopped on the bus. Old crow number one shouts out "If you don't want to queue get a f****ng cab". I'm obviously deeply upset that I've never thought of this classic line before but talk about slightly out of order. There was no queue, no one on the bus and they had 20 minutes to unwrap their bus passes before the bus arrived.
So get onto the bus and the two apple cheeked old dears sit in front of me. They start their usual racist/homophobic diatirbe. The final straw comes when a young guy with Cerebal Palsy gets on the bus. Cerebal Palsy is often characterised by a slight "spasticity" of the limbs - hence the offence term "spastic" people so enjoy. Queue old dears, shouting the term, pointing and generally having a go that he hadn't sprinted onto the bus.
This was the stage when I began to loose the plot. I guess that there is the myth that age mellows people. That you get older and wiser. This clearly hadn't happened for them. They got older, more bitter and more nasty. The irony was that their chief complaint was lack of respect from the "young".
I'd like to say I delivered a killer line when I got off the bus. I didn't. I muttered something incoherent at them about being "vicious old fools who were proably young fools" at some stage.
Guess I'll have to change my route to work.
So anyway there are two horrible old crows that get on the bus everyday at 9.30 at the same stop as me. Today the bus arrived, there was no queue and the two old crows were rummaging around their numerous carrier bags searching for their bus passes which inevitabely are bound up in 92 furter plastic bags, string and elastic bands.
So I hopped on the bus. Old crow number one shouts out "If you don't want to queue get a f****ng cab". I'm obviously deeply upset that I've never thought of this classic line before but talk about slightly out of order. There was no queue, no one on the bus and they had 20 minutes to unwrap their bus passes before the bus arrived.
So get onto the bus and the two apple cheeked old dears sit in front of me. They start their usual racist/homophobic diatirbe. The final straw comes when a young guy with Cerebal Palsy gets on the bus. Cerebal Palsy is often characterised by a slight "spasticity" of the limbs - hence the offence term "spastic" people so enjoy. Queue old dears, shouting the term, pointing and generally having a go that he hadn't sprinted onto the bus.
This was the stage when I began to loose the plot. I guess that there is the myth that age mellows people. That you get older and wiser. This clearly hadn't happened for them. They got older, more bitter and more nasty. The irony was that their chief complaint was lack of respect from the "young".
I'd like to say I delivered a killer line when I got off the bus. I didn't. I muttered something incoherent at them about being "vicious old fools who were proably young fools" at some stage.
Guess I'll have to change my route to work.
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