After another installment of office mundanity i faced the ever daunting prospect of riding on a packed bus full of "other people" to get home.
Not too much to endure i suppose. People have been through worse. But it'd be so much easier if the bus was empty...........or was a taxi.......without the driver.
It certainly doesn't help matters when some obese fool thinks she defies gravity in some way and therefore doesn't need to hold onto the hand rail. Not surprisingly as soon as the bus set off again she hurled forward right into my chest, much to the amusement of the other passengers.
Sadly her friend thought further humiliation was due and quipped "She's fallen for you" prompting titters from several dildo headed passengers who somehow deemed it to be funny, when it was anything but.
It just doesnt make any sense. So i'm stood there, all twelve stone of me - which is about right for a 6,1" chap - balanced almost perfectly and holding the rail (albeit in an unorthadox fashion due to mild OCD) and somehow when an overweight idiot loses their balance i become the figure of ridicule. How does that work?
I'd like to think i'm dignified in my public falls. Humble, embarassed and apologetic but no doubt if i tried to crack jokes and revel in the limelight like some over bearing tit, i'd be jeered by a set of non plussed passengers and ordered to get off at the next stop by the driver.
But i suppose titheads love a tithead.
