I’m an arsehole.

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I actually can’t help this one. I was on the bus the other day – on my way to the Kabuki Cinema’s to see Inception – brilliant movie, recommend it highly. And while on the way – I was sort of on a short time frame – I had planned out that I would get to the cinemas by 9:10 – which gave me 10 mins to get a drink, drink it – and get into the theatre.

my bus had 3 different lots of disabled people get on it. which slowed the bus down (drastically). which meant I got to the cinemas by 915 – which also meant I had to drown my red wine. and leg it into the theatre. Now, you know I shouldn’t be upset about disabled people catching the bus – I mean – fuck, Lucy (seriously?). But still – I was furious. twitching. tapping. checking the time. all the while boring death vision into their chairs – because they made me late. Hindsight – I should have just caught the earlier bus – but Oceans 12 was on – and I could remember I didn’t really like that Ocean’s movie – but I couldn’t remember why, so desperately wanted to get to the end of it.

Anyway – arsehole. I am one. and I’m sorry. But you know the way I view it – if you are honest and acknowledge your arsehole-ness, then it makes you not an arsehole. But a sort of hopeless soul.. Like – I’m superficial, I recognize this – and as a result, I’m not. Get me.

End of it all – I’m sorry people with disabilities, it’s not just you – it’s bike riders as well. I mean but that just obvious, riding a bike? Why then jump on a bus..? To be honest, I’m not really angry at the disable people, but I am always angry at the lazy hipsters AND, with the homeless man who uses his wheel chair around the Mission and rides on my bus but guides himself along with his feet. Obviously, mate, you don’t need that chair. So walk up the stairs and save us all a couple of minutes.

TA

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About LUCY

Femme of sass, sometimes.