I'd had a bit of a shit day, I was tired from hours at college, stressed about exams and had just bought a nice bottle of wine for myself and some cider for Fenella for us to enjoy at mine.
However, as we approached our bus, onto which we were entirely ready to hop on and head on home the scene that greeted us was the following -
A hefty, redfaced bloke in his thirties, wearing a football shirt had entirely blocked the etrance to the bus with his torso, his scrawny friend squeezed in beside him with... this humoured me more than anything... a bottle of vodka, lovingly wrapped in a newspaper which he clutched to his chest like his child. The heffalump of a man was yelling at the busdriver, who was evidently foreign, using "fuck" as every other word, for lack of alternative vocabulary to express himself.
His story was incomprehensible, something about "FUCKIN' NINE QUID" this and "TWO QUID FUCKIN'" that and "FUCKIN' STUPID TWAT." All directed at the black bus driver, who cowered behind his glass window looking angry and frustrated as this had obviously gone on for some time.
At first, Fenella and I stood behind these two geezers, quite quietly waiting for the argument to resume and for life to carry on. It was cold, the gusts of wind were blowing us away and we wanted to sit down. The argument did not stop.
"Whats the issue?" I asked the men, to which I got an earful of "FUCKIN' NINE QUID, FUCKIN' OUTRAGE, YOU FUCKIN'..."
"Well sort it out so we can all go home, yeah?" I was beginning to get agitated, no one wants to be shouted at and the passengers on the bus were looking out of he windows like helpless fish in an aquarium with no hope of escape because of the brainless whale jammed in the exit.
This continued for a few minutes until suddenly the word "nigger" hit my ears.
Depending on how well you know me, you will be aware - I do not sit and shut up when I am disgusted by some one. So without a second thought I went off on one.
"Excuse me, I don't know what your problem is, but we all want to get home and if you're going to stand there being offensive and pathetic its probably easier for me to GIVE YOU your 2 quid so we can ALL GO AND CARRY ON WITH LIFE." (thrusting two quid into his palm, in hope of getting him out of my sight.)
The two pounds were accepted, however the man didn't budge and waved the money in the drivers face shouting "SEE THIS IS OUR MONEY HERE. NOT THE CURRENCY YOU HAVE IN YOUR FUCKIN' COUNTRY."
"I've called the police" piped up the driver to which the mate, groping his vodka groaned.
"Look, we just want to get home, look at those poor people on the bus!" Fenella pointed out as we decidedly walked away from the bus to sit at the stop.
But. This gormless idiot yelled in reply "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU UGLY DOG."
Aimed at Fenella.
My best friend.
I turned straight around, absolutely livid and screeched "DID. YOU. JUST. CALL. MY. FRIEND. A DOG? YOU ABSOLUTE PIECE OF SHIT?"
Classy Asya. Classy.
His response?
"FUCK OFF BACK TO UNI BITCH!" Funny, I never considered further education to be an insult.
"You, mate, are old enough to be my father. So STOP acting like a 5yearold, and just GO HOME." And thus, I stormed off to sit with Fenella.
Afer ten minutes of freezing, sighing and listenning to him rambling, the police arrived. Two laid back, calm officers who got the maniac off this bus with his sidekick and tried talking to them. Finally climbing on board, we heard shouts of "I GOT A FIVE YEAROLD KID AT HOME." and the now familiar "NINE FUCKIN QUID..."
The mention of money reminded me to claim back my change and I tapped an officer on the shoulder asking whether I could possibly have my 2 pounds back.
The bastard was reluctant, claiming I hadn't "given 'im nuffin" but eventually dug the money out of his pocket.
Snatching my hand, he pressed the coins into my palm and said, rather nonchalantly...
"Can I have your number love?"
The officers burst out laughing. The bus driver burst out laughing.
I glared at him muttering "buy a dictionary, learn the english language and I might consider your offer" before getting on the bus, throwing myself next to Fenella and giving him the finger through the window as we drove away.
Fenella and I had been insulted. I witnessed barefaced, blunt racism to some poor man doing his job and basically really realised, why it is that I read books, go to lessons and want to get a degree.
Fenella and I had been insulted. I witnessed barefaced, blunt racism to some poor man doing his job and basically really realised, why it is that I read books, go to lessons and want to get a degree.
The driver was from Zimbabwe and was intensely grateful for our patience and understanding.
I just felt embarrassed that some one coming here to earn an honest living, gets abuse from some washed out waster who most likely lives off unemployment benefits and tells his "FUCKIN' FIVE YEAR OLD SON" that black people and immigrants are "FUCKIN' CUNTS."
God Bless Britain.
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