I don't get the bus much, but every time I do I end up sitting next to a weirdo. How come the wierdos always sit next to me. I can live with them sitting next to me, but then they talk.
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I don't get the bus much, but every time I do I end up sitting next to a weirdo. How come the wierdos always sit next to me. I can live with them sitting next to me, but then they talk.
If you act as weird the weirdo might move.:PDT11
Not when am on the same bus yer not Pablo!!:PDT10
Yep. It takes far longer on a bus as compared to driving. Mostly due to the fact that you will have to stop at a lot of small town depots and more than likely have to change buses and wait at larger city depots
I seldom use buses either, but when I catch one in Liverpool I'm 70% certain to meet a weirdo. Doesn't seem to happen as much in other cities - has Liverpool cornered the market in weirdos?
Ha, I think it might have Kevin.
Instead of Capitol of Culture, we've become the Capitol of Wierdos.
I like it, it has a kinda ring to it.
Pablo ,you musr be the guy that keeps sitting next to me. I have a sign above my head which say's " Weirdo wanted,sit here!" I've started muttering to myself on buses,only thing is I find myself in comversation with me......................................I'm quite good company really,it's the others you have to be careful with,you know, don't you?
BrianD
Nope, we have a lot less than some. Have you ever got on or a bus or the tube in that London? There are people on them that make our eccentrics look very ordinary.
Head the balls I can live with, but smelly people are the ones I seem to attract on public transport and they really grind my gears. How much does it take to:
Wash regularly
Get your clothes laundered regularly
Don't think of anti perspirant as Hydrochloric acid which will melt you.
When i was a truck driver I would often give people a lift,especially at Brent Cross when they were heading north. During the summer of 81' I gave a kid a lift who was heading for Tyneside. He'd been down in London hoping to get a job and had failed ,this was his return home. He was a Newcastle man and had lost his job during the Thatcher upheavals, I felt sorry for him and told him to get aboard. When we were on the M! he asked if he could take his boots off as he had'nt had them off for a week, I nodded yes and he "peeled " them off. The cab was filled with a dreadful aroma and I had to open the side windows. He rested his feet on the dash and fell into a blissful sleep. I let him off at Watford Gap as I had to go up the M6. The dashboard of my truck was scarred by the marks his feet had made. I got rid of the smell but those Geordie footprints were there forever,
BrianD
Ha, picked up a few like that meself Brian. I picked up a smartly dressed lad at the North Circular going to Manchester. He was rank. Never smelt anything like him. I took him all the way to Haydock too.