Besides a SYDNEY FERRY CRASHING INTO A KIRIBILLI SEA WALL (WTF?!?), today on my way to work the bus was quite overloaded. Now I’m not fussed with standing however not when you’re shoulder to shoulder in a game of human sardines, sweat beeding down your back hoping for the love of christ no one sees that beed hit the ground – this is something else!
“Excuse me while I try not to vomit with your armpit in my face.”
Also, usually I don’t mind a giggle at others misfortunes (I know – total baditude here), like today, seeing the bitterly disappointed and angry faces when your sardine bus drives past a stop of eagerly awaiting, all trusting would-be passengers. But after my initial internal giggle, I had a thought, what if that were me. Perish the thought. If it were, I would certainly be just as bitterly disappointed and pulling a Satan face at anything and everything in my 20/20 vision.
Not right now: Sydney Public Transport. Simple - sort this shit out, and try not to crash any Ferries in the meantime.
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