Bus Bitch and Bellyache

I detest public transport. I really do. Is it really difficult to drive a vehicle from A to B on time? I was late for work this morning. The bus was FIFTEEN minutes late. Well, in fact it was at least that because I got another bus instead. Busses stink, and most of the people who get on them stink. Aye, even I stink sometimes. Like when I've been to the gym and smell like a "proper bloke". Thats a man smell though, not a piss smell. It's not a stale man smell though, which is just as bad as a stale lady smell. I dont even want to mention fishy smells or smells of cheese. Those smells are just wrong. Anyway, back to the real story. How can you protest at such a poor service? I was thinking about telling the bus driver that "I refuse to pay because I am late for work". But I just paid my usual fair and felt a little disgruntled for a while.

Let's do Lunch

I'm back to my jovial self now. Just had a tuna salad box. It was actually quite filling. If you think about it, the salad is mainly composed of water. Well, so are human bodies if you wanna really think about it. Anyway, my hunger has been assuaged so job done.