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From a couple of months ago...
I get on the bus one night, just innocently heading out to do some errands. I've had a bad day at work, and I have major PMS so I'm trying really hard not to be rude to anyone. The bus is full of tourists due to a unique and obnoxious quirk in the schedule, so it's standing room only. I figure I'm only going to the next stop (it cuts 30 minutes of walking out of the trip), so I'll squeeze in anyway.
As I'm removing my backpack and putting it on top of the wheelwell to keep it out of the way, this guy comes running up and starts asking for directions from the bus driver, pretty rudely and impatiently screaming and tapping on the door. And of course the bus driver is mad that some guy is making him further behind on his schedule and not being grateful for it. He's not paying any attention to me as I finally swing my backpack onto the wheelwell, and he hits the door button before I've cleared the "stay behind this line" line...thus pinning my leg squarely between the door and the wheelwell.
I don't know if you've ever had a hydraulic bus door crushing your leg, but they're not like elevator doors with their safety features - they just keep trying to open the rest of the way. So I start going "Sir, could you please release the door, my leg is stuck!"
Bus driver ignores me and continues giving directions to Rudeass. I yell this time "SIR, PLEASE RELEASE THE DOOR MECHANISM, YOU ARE CRUSHING MY LEG!!!" He doesn't acknowledge my presence and keeps giving directions to Rudeass, who is looking quite annoyed with me for interrupting the vital direction-giving. I scream at the top of my lungs that he's crushing my leg, still nothing. Finally when a woman standing behind me joins in shouting at him, he makes an annoyed face and hits the button.
Then he says nothing for about 5 minutes. He says casually "Hey buddy, yer leg alright?" I say nothing...nobody is really allowed to call me buddy in the first place. "Sir, how is your leg," he snaps, like I'm being unreasonable.
"I'm not a sir," I growl. My tits are covered in jacket. And apparently when I'm angry I walk like a dude.
"Well then what are you?" he says contemptuously. By this time he was at my stop so I departed.
On the up side he's seasonal and/or got fired, so he's not around anymore.
I get on the bus one night, just innocently heading out to do some errands. I've had a bad day at work, and I have major PMS so I'm trying really hard not to be rude to anyone. The bus is full of tourists due to a unique and obnoxious quirk in the schedule, so it's standing room only. I figure I'm only going to the next stop (it cuts 30 minutes of walking out of the trip), so I'll squeeze in anyway.
As I'm removing my backpack and putting it on top of the wheelwell to keep it out of the way, this guy comes running up and starts asking for directions from the bus driver, pretty rudely and impatiently screaming and tapping on the door. And of course the bus driver is mad that some guy is making him further behind on his schedule and not being grateful for it. He's not paying any attention to me as I finally swing my backpack onto the wheelwell, and he hits the door button before I've cleared the "stay behind this line" line...thus pinning my leg squarely between the door and the wheelwell.
I don't know if you've ever had a hydraulic bus door crushing your leg, but they're not like elevator doors with their safety features - they just keep trying to open the rest of the way. So I start going "Sir, could you please release the door, my leg is stuck!"
Bus driver ignores me and continues giving directions to Rudeass. I yell this time "SIR, PLEASE RELEASE THE DOOR MECHANISM, YOU ARE CRUSHING MY LEG!!!" He doesn't acknowledge my presence and keeps giving directions to Rudeass, who is looking quite annoyed with me for interrupting the vital direction-giving. I scream at the top of my lungs that he's crushing my leg, still nothing. Finally when a woman standing behind me joins in shouting at him, he makes an annoyed face and hits the button.
Then he says nothing for about 5 minutes. He says casually "Hey buddy, yer leg alright?" I say nothing...nobody is really allowed to call me buddy in the first place. "Sir, how is your leg," he snaps, like I'm being unreasonable.
"I'm not a sir," I growl. My tits are covered in jacket. And apparently when I'm angry I walk like a dude.
"Well then what are you?" he says contemptuously. By this time he was at my stop so I departed.
On the up side he's seasonal and/or got fired, so he's not around anymore.
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