Bus
A short ride on he bus around noon has been the highlight of my day. To be fair it hasn’t been a very productive day. I had to go and register at a vet, not me personally obviously. Though my Holloway Road quack is not exactly God’s gift to medicine. I am pretty sure he turns to leaches as a last resort for anything less mainstream than a migraine.
I don’t like public transport. Not being a fan of the public, I don’t see why I should look forward to getting on a stinking great vehicle with them. Today was a particularly bad trip though. One mile and a half of utter horror. A single-mum (I am presuming here, she might have a husband or partner at home, or at least in the Pentonville nick - who am I to judge) got on the bus with her little cherub. A spotty little terror with more street-smarts than I have. He ran to the seat right behind me, jumped in it, and kicked the back of my seat for the entire journey.
She did nothing. She was too busy listening to something without any treble on her ipod. To be fair to the little degenerate, his foot kept pretty good rhythm with the bass. I am pretty sure there was an off-beat that he totally nailed by Essex Road.
There’s two things you can do in a situation like this. I could’ve turned on the pair of them and given them a mouthful. Not a well-considered dressing down suggesting their behaviour was not quite appropriate, that’d be a complete waste. I mean a stream of utter abuse, so front-loaded with profanity it would barely hold itself up as genuine dialogue. Or. I could, and I did, sit there and stare miserably into the middle-distance while working out if its the world or myself that I hate more.
The total sucker-punch is that when I pop my cloggs I have to bequeath a small share of my oxygen to this little shit. I can’t take it with me. He’ll get it. And I’m not saying he’ll definitely do nothing of any worth in his life and therefore shouldn’t get his fair share of the atmosphere’s oxygen. That his lungs shouldn’t be allowed to gulp down the sweet O2 that the rest of us can. I’m not saying that at all. I’m just saying maybe an independent panel would do worse than look into it. Yes, we are all born equal. But kick the back of my seat and I take the lead.
Maybe today will pick up tonight.
