The Perpetual Blog of Gavin Crossley

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Public Transport….Part 1

I hate and love public transport.

Love the stories it provides me with…hate the morons who create those stories…confused? So am I.

Moving on…

Two things that shit me and public transport…

People playing thier music loud on the train/bus:

While I have an mp3 player myself and live with it on while on the move. Some people think it’s entirely fine to just play there music through the loud speaker so everyone can hear they’re listening to Wes Carr (sad I know who that is) or some shit music that I avoid by wearing my headphones and having my own mix going directly into my ears.

Example: Today…some douche bag drinker playing a movie on some mini DVD player thingy (it was like one but not…what was a strange object making a shitload of noise). Either way, I felt like giving this fucker my spare headphones. Yes, I have a spare set of headphones in my bag.

Why would do that? Why would not think people wouldn’t have issue with that? I’m the kind of guy who doesnt care about people opinions, but i’m still fucking polite! I still have to common sense (not that common obviously) to think “hey, this could get my head caved in if i dont wear headphones”. BAHHHHH!

People who don’t control thier offspring:

This one really shits me, I don’t care if you hate your kids or not. CONTROL THEM IN PUBLIC PLACES! I was a shit in public (you can tell) but I was controlled by my parents. I know some think smacking is bad, but some kids need to clip around the ears. A stiff slap will learn ya!

Example…a nanna & her whatevers’ kids on the bus. These three shits were running a muck on the bus. She just sat there and reading her Sidney Sheldon book. I was thinking ‘FUCK SAKE SIT THOSE SHITS DOWN!’. I hate kids at the best of times….but when there running around on a bus, endangering themselves and others by crawling over shit. I think “hit the breaks”….just once. That’ll learn these dipshit kids. To the nan…thier blood would be on your hands. Put that in your Sidney Sheldon and title it “Bad Grandparents and a blood stained bus”.

Regards

Gav

January 14, 2009 Posted by Jason Baker | Uncategorized | | No Comments Yet