If old sci-fi films were anything to go by then we'd all be driving round in flying cars and have robot butlers taking care of our every need.
Maybe scientists/engineers etc got lazy somewhere down the line, but at present these wonders seem a world away. In fact reality seems almost stoneage in comparison, public transport being one of the best examples.
After doing this to my car.....
..I'm now forced to travel to work on the 63. And not the Apollo 63. Just a fucking awful bus.
Never before has travelling to work been more depressing. In as little as 3 weeks i've experienced all the usual cliches. Twats who will stand at a bus stop for 15 minutes and then be taken by surprise when it arrives and be unable to locate any money. The general low budget feel when you look down the aisle and see the frayed mish mash upholstery littered with used tickets etc. Fearing that the horrorshow passenger that has just got on, will sit next to you. Wondering what kind of horrors have previously occupied the seat your in. Deafening yourself with your MP3 to drown out the inane schoolgirl babble all around you. Getting seated on the "engine seat" thus being subjected to a ridiculous back massage every time the bus pulls over. The genuine sense of hatred that builds up every time someone flags the bus over because they're slowing you down. uuuhhhhhrrrrrrrr
During the first week of my reunion with public transport, i bought a return ticket to avoid unnecessary tedious interaction with the driver on the return journey. This flawless plan was however ruined by a momentary lapse in sanity when i put the ticket in the used tickets box as i got off. The humiliation had only just begun...
This week i suffered the further indignity of running to catch the bus but failing miserably and seeing it ride off into the sunset. I was then forced to run around the back of Tesco to make it look like i wasn't actually running for the bus, in a bid to save face.
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