I almost got arrested this morning.
There's a foot of snow here, and it's still comin down. This means no car is exiting my driveway to drive me anywhere, so I get to take public transit. Joyous. After squishing into a skytrain car like a drunk sardine, I get to the bus loop, about 40 seconds before the bus is gonna leave.
I rush over to the bus, which was still there...it pulled away right as I got to where it boards. After going about 4 feet, it stopped, so I walked up to the door. The jackass driver looked at me, AND DROVE AWAY. So I kicked the bus as hard as I could. I know, I know...nice and mature. But fuck that, asshat shoulda let me on the fucking bus!
There was a cop sitting in his car at the end of the loop, who came up to me and told me I could be arrested for trying to destroy public property. I said something along the lines of "Go do something productive and catch real criminals"...he again said I could be arrested, so I said "Go ahead then, arrest me. And explain to your bosses why you let 27 drugs deals go down at the loop here while you're hauling me in for kicking a fucking bus." And stuck my wrists out.
Magically, he didn't find me humorous. He told me to be more respectful to a police officer, and I responded with "Go bug Pablo the smack dealer over there, or give me a ride to work. Your choice" and turned my back to him. He kept babbling, I kept ignoring, and eventually he walked away.
The next bus didn't show up, and the one after that was 20 minutes late, so I was there freezing my balls off in the snow for an hour and 15 minutes. Cocksuckers.
Just for the record, I'm 29 years old. And single. I wonder why sometimes, until things like this happen.
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