The sort of clientele on buses aren’t what they used to be.
Respect and manners are going out of the window…in fact, they may already be gone.
Some crabby, leprous termagant with a face that really reflects a personality devoted to the art of misery sidled up to me on the bus last week and spoke to me in such an incredibly rude manner that I turned to her and said, “Do you know, it’s at times like this I really wish you were a man”.
“Why is that?” she asked.
“Because I promised my Mother I’d never hit a woman” I replied. (Just on the right side of not needing informal counseling I feel).
by Jim Aborwhear