The bus is empty, so why are you still sitting next to me?

Have you ever been on a bus that was full and then had someone sit right next to you? I’m sure you have and that’s perfectly fine but at some point that bus has to empty; and, when it does one expects a normal North American to move away.

Well not me. No, I get the idiot who insists on sitting right next to me really smugly sitting beside me and not moving despite the fact that the bus is empty and there are plenty of empty of seats now readily available. Why is that? Are they afraid to offend you? Are they being assholes?

My hypothesis points to the latter because as soon as you decide to leave the bus for some reason, I don’t know perhaps it is your stop, they readily go up and move to an available empty seat. This is when you internally combust, totally lose it. Anger rises and you just wanna knock em down.

Has this ever happened to you?

It’s like get away. Can you move please? Or how about when you’re in a 3 seater and you’re on the edge. The other two seats are empty. Some moron comes on the bus and rather than sitting on the third bench on the other extremity they choose to sit right next to you and plop their handbag on the other bench. At this point you’re thinking “what the hell?” You get up and leave to move to another seat or perhaps it is your stop. Either way, as soon as you move from that seat they finally decide to move over to the end seat. At this point your anger rises and surmounts to a point where you’re not sure if you can even handle it.
What is wrong with people? Sometimes I just hate everyone.


Pregnant Women

Holy shit it’s been a while! I’ve so much to bitch about and so little time!

So today, my annoyance with some pregnant women and women with babies has culminated and is now resulting in this post!

Where to start? Today I found out that a woman who has gone on maternity leave, come back for the minimum amount of time before she can yet again leave for mat leave, is finally scheduled to come back to work. Well guess again. She took some other type of leave lol. Friggin lazy people who take advantage of the system piss me off. Maybe I should pop out a few and stay on eternal leave lol.

Now, the other type is the type that refuses to wear maternity clothes. Yer pregnant, wear it. What is up w/ pregnant ladies wearing tight clothing as if they were 120 lbs? Yer fat, dress accordingly, we don’t wanna see that shit. Denial much?

I won’t even get into the ones who expect a seat on the bus! Yer pregnant and you can’t afford a car? Really? Morgentaler’s on Bank Street, make a right.

Lastly, the old ladies in their 40s who are pregnant. Need I say more? You look ridiculous.

Werd Presss

So I’ve recently discovered the Word Press App for iOS. So now I can post as this unbelievable shit happens! I can bitch on the go! This means more posts people! Stay tuned for stories of the rudest people you’ll ever encounter.

I can’t breathe

Look you fat bitch, you can’t fit here so get the hell out!

Oh and I thought you were a man when you sat down (and for five minutes after that)

Must you sit next to me??

If any of you are habitual riders of the Red and White limo, we like to call the bus here in Ottawa, then you’ve probably experienced this. That unpleasant feeling when someone sits right next to you. It’s the most irritating feeling, particularly when they sit on your bag, or on you for that matter. It’s like, I put my bag there for a reason. So you wouldn’t sit next to me. I gave you a number of non-verbal cues: I gave a sigh. I gave you a dirty look. I told you, must you fucking sit right next to me??? Shouldnt that give you a hint to sit elsewhere? This is particularly true when the bus is empty and the person simply HAS to sit right there! Right next to you! It’s even worse when they smell or hum to themselves. Anyone ever experience this? I think I might take my car to work. Then we’d run into another problem wouldnt we? The tailgater. The slow moron in front of you. The asshole who cuts you off.

Sometimes I wish I could remove myself from society all together. The truth is that I can’t stand people. I really can’t. Never been able to deal with them or maintain steady relationships with them. That is, until I turned 25. I made lifelong friends in Kitchener and in grad school in Ottawa. Ive met a few along the way. But those who are not friends. Those I would rather never associate with, but with which I have no choice, those are the hard ones. I seriously need to work from home and work for myself. No morning busrides, no annoying commute, no parking tickets, no co-workers. Just me. Me and my cocoon.\


Whatever happened to “haha im older than you are”?

For the past several years, since the age of 25, I have encountered strange comments and other behaviours. It seems as though everyone becomes uber sensitive about being “older” when they hit 25. I’ll simply focus on two small incidents in this blog post. I won’t get into the ridiculous comments from older women remembering their own insecurities at that age and capitalizing on this to make themselves feel better about being in their 40s or 50s. No, I’ll focus on those made by those my age.

One, co-worker: OMG yer older? <We’re a year apart.>

Two, co worker to another co-worker on their mutual birthdays: Really? Two years [older]?  <Are you kidding me>

Three, friend I just met: How old are you. Me [two years older than her]. Her: Haha yer older. <Really?>

And I could go on. The only thing I can say in response is this: If you were young and felt young and had no issue with being above 25 or 30, then you wouldn’t be making such a dumb comment and/or you would be teasing someone about being YOUNGER than you are. Remember when we were kids? Someone a month younger would get teased for being a kid.

Whatever happened to “haha im older than you?” Funny how that changes. 😉

Backdoor Bill

Ever been back doored? Like royally screwed? Yeah, that was me this weekend, but more specifically, out of the various incidents that occured, this one took the cake. Ever make plans with someone, like definite plans and have them drop off the face of the earth the day of the event? We’ve all had those. Hell, Ive even kinda done it. You know when you commit but you dont really wanna go? But in this case, this person knew how much going meant to me and about how previous plans had fallen through, yet decided to screw me over anyway. Gotta love that.

Worst part of it is, that he didnt even know what the event was – as in, he had never heard of it. Bastard asks me to send all the info about the event, directions and all. I do so and include pricing etc. He writes to me saying it’s a go and to text him to finish up the details. Except, he knew full well that I did not have his new cell number. (Uh oh!) I knew that writing back was moot, but I still did confirming details for meeting times. I emailed him and texted his old cell, knowing that he would probably give me some lame excuse about not having checked facebook etc. Weird thing is, that I had a dream about it the night before. About him not calling me.

The next day, 11 am hits and I know full well that I wont hear from him. I know full well that he has my number, but won’t text and then will say “Oh I never heard from you” and go to the event without me with the GF who was supposed to come with. Indeed, as predicted, his email came in at 500pm, about 30 mins before the end of the event. And, like clockwork, it came “Oh no! I just read this..I should have texted YOU, what was I thinking….. The event was great, I went with my GF… .” and went on to describe it. WOW. I coulda punched him! You can imagine my response. It was classic. I told him to go screw himself and that I had more fun doing something else than hang out with him and his trailor trash girlfriend he met online (lol).

Oh it doesnt end here. He TEXTS me 10 mins after I wrote the email on FB and blocked his ass! What? You have my number all of a sudden? You have texted me? You read the FB message very quickly?? All of a sudden you have access to FB? I smell a rat, a dirty rat. ASSHOLE!!!!! It was my bloody idea and he stole it, went without me – stood me up, and had the nerve to write to me about it?? I predicted he would do it, so don’t call me crazy for accusing him of wrongdoing. He called me nuts. Ummm who wouldnt be pissed? The poor excuse for a human being had put the moves on me a while back…He was probably still reeling from the very obvious rejection. Hell, I wouldnt touch him with a 50 foot pole! The only way he gets any is because he hits up desperate eleventeen year olds so hopped up on drugs they dont realize how ugly he is and settle. No one decent will ever want his pathetic ass. EVER. I didn’t 😉 Oh, did I mention that in the event that I had found his number, he had a ready made excuse (his phone died and he had no battery). This is the lil shit who kept texting and FBing me to go out with him 2 mos ago. LOL

So, suck my dick bitch. I saved the 60 bux + that you couldn’t afford to put down. Enjoy life at your mom’s loser.

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