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Theatre, public transport and loud mouthed bitches
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Theatre, public transport and loud mouthed bitches So I bought my Mum tickets for a show she wanted to see at the theatre. "The Rat Pack Vegas Spectacular" for her birthday back in September, and last night was the big night. Parking in the city can be a nightmare, so I took the unusual decision to use public transport. And now I remember why I prefer to take my car... The journey to the theatre was fine. On the way back to the train station, however, was a different story. The taxi driver was clearly going to burst a blood vessel because I couldn't get his stupid-ass slidy door thing shut. He finally gave up, getting his fat ass off his seat and coming round to shut it himself as he slammed his own door shut. My Mum and I just looked at each other like "Oooh, scary" - insert rolling eyes! He got to the station at high speed; fine by me. Not so fine perhaps for the four pedestrians he almost killed as we turned the corner to the station. This clown wasn't stopping for anyone. I told him to keep the change as I paid him. This turned him into Super Smily Taxi Man! He jumped up out of his seat, opening the door for us. "Come out this side, ladies, there's a step there and it's lower. There you go." Ohhh, so we all have a price, eh? As we walked to almost the furthest away platform at the station, my poor old Mum was clearly exhausted from the long walk. And of course you know that big long train that's sitting there is going to go suddenly down to two or three carriages so you have to walk further to get on it It's like they want to tease you with the first six that's just sitting there. I swear this would not happen on any Thomas The Tank Engine programme! We sit down out the way in fold-down chairs next to one of the connecting doors. A conversation ensues, which you can't help but hearing. Then we see what the discussion's about. All over the floor. Vomit. We look at each other horrified. Like, O M G, get me out of here but the train starts moving. Two obese, loud, obnoxious females with colours of hair that don't actually exist get in on the action. Shouting to the young drunk man to put his phone away. He's drunk, he's not deaf, sit your fat ass down and STFU. The rest of us don't need to hear you. Then there's a veritable Florence Nightingale who gets in on the drama. Soft spoken woman, a little younger than me, determined to look after the drunk. Wanting to look through his phone, contact someone to meet him. She fawned over him so much I thought I was going to vomit! Then the conductor came along - not to check tickets - but he had a machine, so, I don't know. He stops briefly, sees the vomit covered compartment, the drunk, and what does he do? Nothing. Nada. Not a thing. Keeps moving. At that point I did burst out laughing. "That's customer care right there!" I exclaimed, shaking my head in disgust. And right there, between the vomit covered floor and the big mouthed women who were now advising a fellow passenger that his should be taken from his girlfriend as she's not fit to look after the , inbetween chatting up guys who were clearly scared of them - and hell, I was scared of them! Scared they might sit on me accidentally! Right there I remembered why I drive. Why I love my car. And why, next time I take my Mum to the theatre? We won't be using public transport. Have a wonderful weekend   "I'm always disappointed when a liar's pants don't actually catch on fire..." |
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Good old Glasgow  I miss it......  "A full blown basket of hash browns with a steaming cup of 'WTF?" on the side" Enter my Lair: spudsy1000
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Not a nice end to your night that's for sure!! But you're still smiling and that's the main thing
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That's Friday night in Glasgow for you beautiful!! Nice to be able to use your car but as Lisa pointed out it doesn't always end well. Happy to hear you had a good night though,looks like a good show.
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Well.... I suppose it's good to know that kind of stuff isn't limited to just the US. I had the "pleasure" of taking Houston's public tram system over the weekend and was reminded again of the stinkiness of the general public.  Hope the show was worth it!
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I've always had good luck with public transportation, except that it's often way too crowded in a lot of places in the US. I do the park and ride thing when I can, but the parking lots are often too full. I've used public transportation in several US cities, taxis in China (amazingly cheap, and a real nostalgia trip if you like 1980s cars), trains in India (not bad, and positively luxurious compared to their reputation), London transit (so efficient and polite), Oslo (cleanest in the world I think), Paris (nice as long as you don't trust signs in English; they're sometimes wrong), Sydney (nice, but could use a broom), and Cairns (seem to be intentionally quaint). Never been to Scotland, but it sounds like I should avoid transit there if I go.
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Those two loud mouthed bitches - great description - are the very reason we avoid a lot of pubs around our way. That type have no respect for anyone else and clearly love the sound of their own voices. It's hilarious when you see them hitting on some poor unsuspecting guys who are clearly horrified that these heifers would even think they'd be interested in them  Taxi drivers - most of them - suck. That's just a fact of life  I hope you've gotten over the trauma of public transport by now and can enjoy the rest of your weekend
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Hey there Holly Your blog highlights three cast iron truths: 1) Taxi drivers have all the charm of a concentration camp guard 2) Many users of public transport have come from the swamp 3) People that work on the railways hate EVERYTHING - they hate their job, they hate their country, they their life and most of all they hate YOU To be fair and balanced, many motorists could do with remedial lessons in social skills and civilised behaviour too - they certainly like to puke and piss in the multi-storey car parks of my local towns (especially Gravesend). There are some sunshiny thoughts for you as we head towards Spring
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I only have experience with Toronto's trains, and they're wonderful. I've ridden the subway in New York, but not a lot. I gotta say, though, I laughed reading this. People can be so fucking weird. I'm pretty sure there's a genetic trail, a line of DNA, connecting your railway companions and American trailer trash. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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You should send this on to Jeremy Clarkson. He hates public transportation and this would just strengthen his case. Smart as a horse and hung like Einstein.
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Eww gross guy on train!! It's always amusing that the ugly fat ones think they're all that and a bag of peanuts 
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Taxi drivers are a law unto themselves. I can't say I've never been drunk and/or thrown up, but I can say I've never done it in a public place, that's gross!! I've encounted those types of women on trains and buses and they ain't pretty!! But always the loudest  The less attractive they are? The more determined they are to get noticed!!So umm yeah, stick to driving yourself I hope you both had a fun night other than that though!!
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My one experience in I don't know how many years isn't necessarily indicitive of our how our public transport is at all times.
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