Santa:
I wonder if there is a type of driver who attracts these people. I was in transport for 50 years or so and can honestly say that I never met one. There were a few people I didn’t get on with, but that was usually mutual so we just avoided each other.
It’s the same with deliveries; I have heard drivers saying what a miserable load of miserable gits they met, but when I do the same run the MGs were obviously on their day off. When I worked on the agency, there were a couple of places I refused to go to on the grounds that they treated drivers like ■■■, but that’s about the extent of it.
I did come across some ex SAS and Herald bores, but I always took a book into waiting rooms and just blanked them out.
I wonder about that too. Maybe it’s me, I can tell you from painful experience as a child, that my mum couldn’t get on a bloody bus without a nutter approaching her. Thing is, she would entertain them!
I fail to see why people would want to talk to me, I’m a miserable-looking, 6’3” ■■■■ with a shaved head. For some unknown reason, I’ve nicked loads of birds way out of my league, in my time. As a “witty” reposte to my wife the other day, I said “yeah, cos I’m just so cool, eh?”
The look on her face was disturbing.
After I’d cut the restraints off the chair, a few hours later, she finally admitted that I was in fact, cool.
I can’t end this with the punchline I want to, due to virtue-signalling Bertie Smalls types, who have all the sense of humour of Idi Amin.
Ah well.