2 got on this week on my bus fecking huge as a elephant took up 2 bloddy seats -people this size should be charged double or made to walk agree?They have seats all over the bus and they always end up next to me dont you just love public transport\?
sounds like it's your fault to me. the cause of the fat women on buses phenomenon has finally been found.
Last time I was in the Quack's three young women in with their toddlers.I reckon that the lightest one was 20 stone.Their thighs were as big as my waist.
I get the bus into Mayfair every day. It's much nicer than the tube. I think *****s like you are a failure in life.
Public transport as a primary form of transport is depressing. Using it for a commute is bad enough but is sometimes unavoidable.
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The worst ones are the fat ****s who think being a miserable waste of spunk which weighs more than the entire population of an african nation is a disability. Any time I see a fatty on a disability scooter I fight the urge to tip it over.
I hate those ****s who sit on the outside seat and put a bag on the other side so that you can't sit down.
To be honest there is no distance that is too great for me to walk, i'd walk for miles if I had to, anything to avoid having to use a bus. I don't mind a packed train, that's bad enough, but a bus ffs? Glasgow buses are like death boxes on wheels, driven by manic, red-light jumpers with an incapacity to engage in conversation and the thousand yard stare of a war veteran. Every time I have used FirstBus in the past there has always been at least one dope smoker who is indulging his habit in transit, at least two or three coffin dodgers who look as they should be getting a plane to Switzerland rather than Parkhead Forge, and a few Pushchairs with 15 year olds pushing them and then prattling on about endless tedious ****e for what seems like an eternity. Even the well tried tactic of a book and headphones is no defense form the odours and the constant movement in your peripheral view - which is more likely to be some knife or bottle wielding ned from the schemes than a friendly stranger wanting conversation on the topics in the news.. Not for me.
A few years ago I walked in a gale force wind and pissing rain from the City centre to Erskine bridge just to get a lift from my neighbour because the trains were off (due to the high winds). Buses were still on, but i'd have sooner swum up the Clyde.