Angry people make me happy

29 07 2010

as I was crossing the street, a man who was walking near me stopped in front of an SUV waiting at the light and mumbled something to himself.  I thought he had perhaps recognized the driver or was looking to see if a bus was coming but as I got to the curb, I heard him shouting, “Fuck you too!  You’re not supposed to be talking on your phone!  It’s against the law, asshole!”  so I guess the driver had retorted with a “Fuck you” first.

He was also waiting for the 49 as well–the worst bus line in Vancouver, I swear–and when it came, it advertised itself as being full.  However, it was only moderately full, and there were hardly any people standing up.  As the driver stopped a few feet away from the designated bus stop and let people off, the man went up to the bus and I presumed yet again he was trying to get on it.  But he shouted some stuff at the bus driver, probably something along the lines of, “The bus isn’t full, you jerk, so don’t say it is” to which the driver responded by telling him to come over and probably replied with something along the lines of, “Screw you, buddy.  I’m a bus driver and I can put whatever I want on it.  Also, I’m gonna make you wait several more minutes in the burning sun for the next bus, so there.”  And with that, the bus driver drove away, leaving the angry guy (and me) waiting.

I like the kind of people who are brave and confident to say things that everyone is thinking but hold back on, and I daresay I admire them, to a certain extent.  They keep life interesting.  At least mildly.  I can’t think of anything else to say so I will leave it at that.  Maybe the next time I see someone driving while on the phone I’ll channel my inner angry guy and give them a good verbal thrashing they won’t forget.


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