It appears the blessing didn’t work as I had the most horrendous bus journey. Everything was going to clockwork. The bus arrived on time. It had a cute little bed with a curtain and I was knackered so was looking forward to getting a couple of hours of shut eye. I fell asleep really easily, which for me is nothing short of a miracle. I think the momentum of the bus and the breeze really helped (as did the couple of cans of booze I necked before boarding).
I was woken up by a bloke who had got into my bed and was stroking my arm. What the fuck is wrong with people? It took a couple of seconds for my brain to catch up with what was happening. I thought he might have accidently got into the wrong bed, would realise his mistake and be desperately embarrassed but the cheeky fucker then just calmly asked me my name. I told him to fuck off. I think he assumed this was my name as he held out his hand for me to shake it. I was cocking petrified. I told him to do one but he said he couldn’t sleep and just wanted to sit with me for 5 minutes. I then pretty much woke everyone on the bus by yelling at the fucktard. He then reluctantly returned to his bed (opposite me) and just glared at me for the rest of the journey. I have never wanted my Daddy more!
I spent the rest of the journey like a little frightened child. Every time the curtain moved I shit myself. I now have another train journey to look forward to this evening. The train doesn’t come till 2am. What is it with Indian transport? What would be so wrong with running a train service at a reasonable hour? I can’t tell you how excited I am to be sitting about in a city train station in the middle of the night. Sometimes I hate this place. Today is one of them.
I was woken up by a bloke who had got into my bed and was stroking my arm. What the fuck is wrong with people? It took a couple of seconds for my brain to catch up with what was happening. I thought he might have accidently got into the wrong bed, would realise his mistake and be desperately embarrassed but the cheeky fucker then just calmly asked me my name. I told him to fuck off. I think he assumed this was my name as he held out his hand for me to shake it. I was cocking petrified. I told him to do one but he said he couldn’t sleep and just wanted to sit with me for 5 minutes. I then pretty much woke everyone on the bus by yelling at the fucktard. He then reluctantly returned to his bed (opposite me) and just glared at me for the rest of the journey. I have never wanted my Daddy more!
I spent the rest of the journey like a little frightened child. Every time the curtain moved I shit myself. I now have another train journey to look forward to this evening. The train doesn’t come till 2am. What is it with Indian transport? What would be so wrong with running a train service at a reasonable hour? I can’t tell you how excited I am to be sitting about in a city train station in the middle of the night. Sometimes I hate this place. Today is one of them.
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