I took my time getting ready this morning because I'm off to Parliament tonight for another cross-party meeting. I was maybe running 5 minutes late after doing my "fancy" work makeup, actually styling my hair and accessorizing, so I was feeling pretty good.
I got to the bottom of the street and saw my bus across the road, not even 50 ft away. So I started to run down and waved at the bus driver as I looked both ways to try and cross the street.
The bus driver let the last person on, shook his head at me and drove off!
I most likely made some sort of hand gesture in shock (not rude, just flailing my arms in the air) looked both ways and crossed the road. I could see a red light ahead, so I ran up to the next bus stop (the best I could in boots and a dress).
The bus was not even 1/2 a bus length in front of the stop at a red light, but still up against the curb. Score, I thought, oh how naive I was.
I knocked on the door and the driver again shook his head and wouldn't let me on. I stood there for 30 seconds and motioned (again not rudely) that I'd just ran after the bus and was shocked he wouldn't let me on. He still shook his head sat there until the light changed and then drove off.
Seriously? Now I feel like I'm going to cough up a lung. Yes I'm not a runner or in shape, but if I coughed up a flemball I wouldn't be surprise right now. What a way to start the day.
I got to the bottom of the street and saw my bus across the road, not even 50 ft away. So I started to run down and waved at the bus driver as I looked both ways to try and cross the street.
The bus driver let the last person on, shook his head at me and drove off!
I most likely made some sort of hand gesture in shock (not rude, just flailing my arms in the air) looked both ways and crossed the road. I could see a red light ahead, so I ran up to the next bus stop (the best I could in boots and a dress).
The bus was not even 1/2 a bus length in front of the stop at a red light, but still up against the curb. Score, I thought, oh how naive I was.
I knocked on the door and the driver again shook his head and wouldn't let me on. I stood there for 30 seconds and motioned (again not rudely) that I'd just ran after the bus and was shocked he wouldn't let me on. He still shook his head sat there until the light changed and then drove off.
Seriously? Now I feel like I'm going to cough up a lung. Yes I'm not a runner or in shape, but if I coughed up a flemball I wouldn't be surprise right now. What a way to start the day.
At least I don't have to feel guilty about having chocolate cake for breakfast I guess.
10 comments:
Wow! What a jerk!! I would seriously be so pissed off!! You deserve that chocolate cake!!
You could physically touch the door and he still didn't let you on?! WTF?
Yes I knocked on the door and then stood their shocked and gesturing until the light changed.
That guy better hope karma isn't real...
Whoa what was his problem!? You should have whipped something at his stupid bus!! What a jerk.
Why would he do that? What an asshat!
that is a shitty thing to do.
Once, on my way to school I left my bag at the stop and realised just as he was about to pull away. I said that I left my bag just by the seat a metre away and would be one second. So, I got off and he pulled away! WITH my other bag on the seat of the bus. Even though this was about 15 years ago I still remember it vividly.
Anyway, sending hugs and more chocolate cake your way!
How rude!!!!
I am not all surprised. Glasgow bus drivers are total douchebags - well, most of them anyway. God, I hate Glasgow buses.
I am not all surprised. Glasgow bus drivers are total douchebags - well, most of them anyway. God, I hate Glasgow buses.
I totally am with you there. I have had that experience in the past. Yesterday in fact. I was at a multiple bus stop at Golders Green. The bus I wanted was one bus away...I began to walk to it, but not in a rush as their door was closed. They opened it for half a second and then closed it. I began to wave & run toward it but he pulled away. Jerk head. I hate buses sometimes.
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