I’m really taking a dislike to buses in a major way these days.
Time keeping is poor to non existent and then there are the annoying, inconsiderate, people.
People who have to shout down a mobile phone so all and sundry can hear them. No one is interested in your sad little lives. The number of young women who sound like Vicky Pollard is unbelievable.
People who think everyone wants to hear their phone playing what they call music. Hint, get some earphones.
The buses are frequently in a dirty state. I catch an early bus each morning, typically 07:15 -07:30 and the number of buses that still have the previous days rubbish strewn all over the floors is disgraceful. Pop/water/beer bottles, pop cans, beer tins and discarded food is the norm.
Monday’s trip home was a typical ride full of the above. That was until I got off at my stop and noticed something odd. My arse was wet! No, I hadn’t soiled myself, obviously the seat was damp for whatever reason. I got in, stripped off, chucked the lot in the washer and jumped in the shower.
Stagecoach I hate you and but I hate your 256 bus service even more.
