Bother on the Buses

The London Bus. Convenient if you don’t drive and an iconic image that represents this great city. So what is it about them that fills me with such rage that at times I fear I’m about to turn into the incredible hulk?

Let’s start with the thing that gets me the most enraged, and that is those troublesome youths who sit at the back of the bus blasting out their music at the highest possible volume. It’s not the bus’s fault, but there’s something about them that attracts these kids and makes them feel the need to share their music with everyone else.

Does everyone want to hear what they’re listening to? Here’s a tip, pop into Argos and invest in some headphones! I like to read my book on the bus, but almost every time I’m interrupted by this horrible noise pollution.

Another thing that really gets on my wick is the state of the buses. Why is it that when I go to sit down I’m greeted with the sight of someone’s leftover McDonalds? Am I being unreasonable for simply wanting to sit on a bus without the fear of a McChicken sandwich being stuck to my behind? I’m on a roll now (excuse the pun), so I’ll take this opportunity to also express my disdain at the prices. £16.60 for a weekly bus pass? That is frankly daylight robbery at its worst.

To be honest, my little rant here could go on. I could complain about buggies on packed buses, people who sneeze in their hand and then press the bell (gross), people who don’t move down inside the bus when there’s blatantly room and my personal favourite – those morons who hold up the bus in the middle of rush hour because they’re too stupid to understand the announcement ‘no standing on the upper deck please.’ Somebody buy me a car! It’ll be the best investment you ever make, honest.

Image by E01 courtesy of Flickr