Public transport is pretty much the only way I tend to get around anywhere these days. I don't drive, or have a superfly boyfriend to drive me around where ever and when ever I would like. So for the meantime, I am forced to take public transport. And no I am not going to bitch about how HORRIBLE the transport system in NSW is, that will be for another day, although today, I would like to mention, I spent twenty minutes waiting for my bus to get to work, so pissed off at that. But anyway, a couple of entries ago I bitched about some random girl on the train who was pretty much screaming gossip into her phone in a carriage full of people reading and sleeping. Well today, on the bus (which arrived twenty minutes late), I sat in the third last row, near the back with who I assume to be, a Polish woman sitting in front and another Polish woman sitting behind me. I took the aisle seat, because I'm just selfish that way and don't like to sit next to people, especially if I'm not in a good mood.
So as the bus was going down Richmond Rd, the Polish lady in front of me, turns around and starts talking in her native language. I had my music on pretty loud so I could not tell if she was talking in English or to me at all, and two seconds later, the other Polish lady behind me, answers back at the Polish woman in front of me. I'm thinking, okay, this is awkward. But as the bus stopped to pick up more people the conversation between the Polish ladies got louder and irritating. Here's why I was pissed off with these ladies, one; if you do intend to have a conversation to one another why must you sit one seat any from each other? two; if you do intend to have an annoying foreign conversation to one another, have some respect for the innocent and already ticked off girl sitting inbetween you, like literally inbetween you, and three; it is too early in the morning to be having a loud conversation at the back of the bus in a foreign language. NEXT TIME WHY DON'T YOU JUST SIT NEXT TO EACH OTHER, THAT WAY SOME OTHER PERSON CAN TAKE YOUR SEAT AND THAT WAY YOU CAN KEEP YOUR CONVERSATION AT A LOWER DECIBEL! MY GOSH PEOPLE!!!!
Another thing, usually I start work at about 11am, so I take the 10.22am 753 bus. This bus is usually always on time, but I notice that everytime I get on the bus and sit down. There is always this foul, awful smell coming from behind me. These buses are the new, but not exactly new buses. It's those buses where the seats are longer than usual and have a head rest, so I don;t exactly turn around to check out what the smell is. But everytime I get onto that bus, I smell the SAME foul, disgusting mother of all stenches. One day, I could not take it anymore and I turned around to check what it was. To my surprise sits a middle aged, hairy, fat man who looked at me like I was a piece of fried chicken. I quickly turned around, because I knew if I continued to keep staring at this blob that I was going to be eaten. I kept thinking, how on earth did I happen to sit in front of this repulsive being all the time? HELLO MATE, THERE'S A LITTLE SOMETHING THAT'S BEEN INVENTED TO HELP WITH YOUR PROBLEM. SOAP! FUCK YOU'D PROBABLY NEED A BATHTUB THE SIZE OF THE FUCKING PACIFIC OCEAN TO GET RID OF YOUR AWFUL SMELL. DO YOU NOT OWN A SHOWER MATE? OR DO YOU JUST USE IT TO STORE YOUR WINTER FOOD?
You know what else I hate, people who are ultimately picky. I work at red rooster, and heck I'm not complaining. The people are nice there and that's what keeps me going. Being a fastfood joint, we get the occasional two or three people who come back and complain that something is wrong with their food. For example, one lady, ordered a Rippa Sub, and she came back within thirty minutes and said "Excuse me but can I have another one? The bread is too fresh." =S, EXCUSE ME MISS? Since when do people complain food is TOO FRESH? People usually complain that it's not fresh enough. She said she would like the bread to be a bit soggy like the last time she had a Ripp Sub. EARTH TO DUMBASS! HOW ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT YOUR BREAD TASTED LIKE THE LAST TIME YOU ATE ONE? WHY COME BACK COMPLAINING AFTER HALF AN HOUR OF EATING YOUR MEAL? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?
Another example; a girl from Nagle high school, she was blonde, looked like one of those stuck up bitches who thinks that the earth revolves around them; ordered a cheeseburger. She comes back about ten seconds later and says, "Can I have another cheeseburger please? This one given to me doesn't look very appealing." FUCK YOU! BITCH! YOU TRY WORKING IN THE KITCHEN, TRYING TO SERVE FUCKING TEN OR MORE PEOPLE AT THE SAME TIME, WITH THE FRYER GOING OFF, THE MICROWAVE GOING OFF, AND MAKING SURE YOU HAVE THE ORDERS CORRECT. WE DON'T HAVE ENOUGH FUCKING TIME TO PLEASE YOU PRINCESS! IT ALL TASTES THE SAME! TRY EATING A CHEESEBURGER AT MACCAS BLACKTOWN STATION, THEY'RE THE WORST KITCHENHANDS EVER! SO DON'T THINK JUST BECAUSE YOUR THE CUSTOMER THAT YOU ARE ALWAYS RIGHT. FUCK YOU. GO FUCK YOURSELF BITCH. In the words of Katrina, THIS IS NOT SOME CORDON BLEU MEAL BITCH! YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING GARNISH YOUR BURGER WITH SOME PARSLEY? AND CUT YOUR BURGER INTO QUARTERS? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!
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