"Asshole!", "No thanks, I've already got one."

Ahhh you gotta love public transit. The driver was telling those of us who had no choice but to make one with the front window in order to get on the damn bus, how he was accosted by a passenger yesterday who didn't have the money to pay and didn't care. Mr. Bus Driver said he was willing to let the guy on free but it was this passenger's flippant attitude he carried with him when he just strolled on without asking that ticked him off most.
I wouldn't piss off a driver who holds your life in his hands - besides you never know when you will meet him again standing there on the sidewalk in the pisspour rain and he mows through the ocean of a puddle you're standing beside.

Last night a lady got on with her much younger co-worker, and evidently she wasn't accustomed to taking transit. She made an appointment in another city not considering traffic or weather, and didn't give a hoot about whose ears she was yelling and bitching in. The bus I take is normally jammed full of people trying to get home - sometimes the driver will even let people in through the doors on the back of the bus. This was the case last night when she became irate, stomping mad at the people trying their luck at getting on the bus through the back.
"HEY! HEY! YOU! ALL of you fuckers trying to cheat- You can't do that!"
I look at her, smoke is practically shooting out of her nostrils - she's mad at the world and in a bad need of a drink and a smoke as she tells all of us unfortunate bystanders surrounding her.
"Everyone calls me a bully - at least nobody on this bus has had the guts to call me that, yet."

We slow down to a stop again where incredibly the driver opens the back doors to allow even more people on.
"Oh! What assholes!" I watch her get up from her seat and proceed to yell at all the weary workers who have pushed their way through the back doors; I'm fed up at this point of hearing her snarky smoker's hack and complaints so I turn around and tell her "The driver is letting the people on through the back because there's no room up front and the driver doesn't want to be a jerk and let them all stand in the cold and pouring rain. "
It humbled her only for a moment, unfortunately.
She then turned her attention to the poor guy who came with her - screaming and hollering his name; we could all see that even though he had his iPod cranked he could hear her; we all watched him turn crimson and start to make his way as far as he could from her. Poor guy.
Apparently he has an asshole too - hopefully he won't bring her with him tonight.

The little son-of-a-grinches that steal Christmas

Yes I know I have been MIA for a little while, but I didn't go far - but I'm back now to do my duty which is save our hard-earned money from going down the drain.

A little FYI, courtesy of one of my fave bloggers Norman who has informed her many readers that there is some thievery going on in the gift cards department.
Maybe it's because of lack of creativity, too much laziness or just plain procrastinay-tioon-eh but almost all of us resort to buying one of our loved ones a gift card every Christmas season.
You see them on the racks all pretty, colourful and convenient at stores like Old Navy, Chapters and Future Shop but now this is not a good thing. If you must buy a gift card, go directly to a cashier and ask specifically for a card that has been out of the public's reach (preferably stored away nicely in their cash tills or drawers, or better yet their vault!

Snopes has it explained here and it's been classified as truth so protect your pocketbooks and spare the tears of the little ones by reading up on why. And have yourself a Merry Frickin' Christmas you Grinch punks who do this to decent hard-working folk; may your shriveled hearts be served to you on a silver platter this holiday.