| I have nothing but dreadful memories of the two times that I went because of the idiots I got stuck with on the return bus trips.
The first tme it was an ancient yank in shorts and pulled up white sports socks. For some reason he had decided that orange was a preferable hair colour to grey. He sat opposite and started going on, in great detail, about the night of sin he had just spent over the border....He then started on about how women from Nong Khai had the biggest bamboozas - he actually used that word. In the end I had to deal with him a la Arnie in Commando...the one where Arnie pretends to be asleep.
The second time there was a German English teacher. This git would not shut up. I was reading a book and he kept interupting me to talk in excruciatingly bad English about his job and his colleagues.....There was a magic moment when I looked at his wife with a glance that said, 'Please, help me', and she returned a glance that said, 'You think you've got it bad. I've got to live with the tosser'.
I love buses because....well because they're buses, but you do sometimes get stuck with some real idiots.
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Back off Margaret, you're on a sugar rush! |