Thursday, 24 September 2009
01:48:36 AM (GMT)
A bad day. A very bad day.
Was informed in no uncertain terms by stern faced driver (face like a frowning
cabbage) that I am no longer welcome on any buses. Naturally I inquired as to why
this was and in response he told me that I am a "public safety hazard" and a "fire
risk". I was incandescent with rage. "I'm a Robot of Doom! I could wipe out half this
city in three seconds flat!". His reply was "well that kind of proves my point then
I was so angry that I left his bus without either thanking him for his time
Nor saying Goodbye. That will learn him.
Then upon arriving home I recieved a phone call from Jenny. She told me that she had
started officially dating the boy who likes Coldplay and that, shock horror, she
thinks she might be in love with him. "But, but.." I demanded "What does he have that
I don't?". "A heart." she replied, which although technically true still felt like a
low blow. "Also his doesn't list his favourite thing in the world as being the smell
of burning flesh." Before I could ask whether the Coldplay boy was capable of listing
the alphabet backwards in less than half a minute she had already hung up.
A bad day. A very bad day indeed.