Who are these people???

What's wrong with the world? 


I was waiting for my bus to arrive, preferably on time but it's Belgium so fat chance of that happening, and as I was yet again waiting for the damn bus to arrive, I found myself a witness to a verbal fight between two elder men because dude A parked in dude's B spot. 


For anyone who doesn't know where I live. You cannot park your car...period. There's way too many people and way too many cars and dumping your car in the middle of the street is still illegal. And there's this asshole...cop...whatever...details...that lives in my street and just looooves to walk down the street and fill out fines. 


So anyway I was still waiting for my bus and these men were yelling and pushing each other and then the other called the cops but then finally my bus arrived so don't what happened afterwards but when I came back both the cars were gone *shrugs*


So my bus which only has a one bus per hour service...yeah Belgium remember, during the dark ages frikkin horses and cariages were passing by every 30 minuts...2009 one bus an hour....


If you're lucky.


My bus driver decides that he had waited long enough for a driver to move his car out of the way, and seeming that the honking didn't quite help and rolling down his window and yelling didn't really help, he groaned, grumbled, got red in the face, scratched his head, grabbed his steering wheel and pressed his lovely foot on the gas. Whoops. 3 seconds later we were innocently scratching the men's car to get through.


Note to self: don't piss off bus drivers. 
Another note to self: actually write that down 'cause you'll forget


I arrive, thank Jezus, half an hour late to my labor union where the guy kept me waiting at his desk. I was standing for a full minute, portraying what probably looked like a very pissed off, annoyed brunette about to take hostages.


Finally, without a word, he turns to me and says; yeah?


So I explain and two minuts later I'm standing outside after getting the biggest; no fucking way are you crazy but thank you for the money, on my way back to the bus.


Yes the one that just passed me two minuts ago and now I have to wait a full hour before the next one arrives. Now seriously thinking about taking those damn hostages, I wander about Ekeren, doing some sightseeing by 2 degrees Celsius, freezing my ass off, sniffing nose and I hear my heart throbbing in my ears, I keep on smiling and wiggle my cold bum on a bench and wait for the bus.


Then in comes this man, sitting down next to me and of course a conversation ensues:


Man: I don't think I've seen you around.
Me: Well I'm not from Ekeren.
Man: So where are you from?
Me: Not from Ekeren.
Man: Oh okay, I understand. I must sound really creepy asking you where you live.
Me: *thinking: WHERE IS THAT GODDAMN BUS*. Not a question I get everyday.
Man: Me neither. I love Ekeren, you sound like you're from around here.
Me: *sees bus in the far distance* *thinking: oh yeah come to momma, FAST* I spend some years around here.
Man: Yeah me too. I was born in Deurne but moved here with my parents and-
*bus arrives*
Me: *jumps up, the man stays behind, I give a quick nodd to say goodbye* Goodmorning.
Busdriver: *doesn't give a shit and sighs*
Me: *sarcastically to herself* Yeah goodmorning to you to.
Busdriver: *starts cussing about a car standing still in the middle of the road*


Yes, who are these people???


Life's too short people to be pushing each other's buttons.


Quote of the Day: What no save point??? Oh man! That sucks...like a bucket of tics. - Vash