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Are old people hired to go on buses?

Gagh

Gagh

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Just to piss off other folk?

- Big bulky bags, and they smack people with them when they go to sit down.
- They've never got any change ready, and it's nearly always hidden away inside a Russian Doll's like nest of purses & bags.
- They get up before the bus stops at their stop, risking being thrown to the ground, and fall into people.
- They've committed hideous atrocities to orphans.

When will this end?
 
Don't forget that their false teeth are forever falling out to cries of "WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY TEETH!?"
 
They dont even pay if they are pensioners here, so the buses are full of them
 
Literally full of them. So fucking full, that OLD BIDDY PUREE starts leaking out of the windows!
 
Inappropriate joke about suicide bombers here.
 
We have special buses just for the old people here. It has a walker rack on the roof.
 
For texas rangers?
 
Texas Rangers who need help walking.
 
We have buses with no wheels. We call them trains.
 
Gagh said:
Just to piss off other folk?

- Big bulky bags, and they smack people with them when they go to sit down.
- They've never got any change ready, and it's nearly always hidden away inside a Russian Doll's like nest of purses & bags.
- They get up before the bus stops at their stop, risking being thrown to the ground, and fall into people.
- They've committed hideous atrocities to orphans.

When will this end?
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It will never end. When we get home, we flush all the toilet paper down the toilet all at the same time. Then, we open the fridge and stand in the doorway while we rummage round looking for stuff we know is not there. Then, we turn on every TV, radio and light just before we leave the house, doors wide open. Then, we sit up all night running up credit card debt on the Home Shopping Network. And, that is just on Monday, warming up for Tuesday.
 
I knew it!
 
Around here we have this old lady who looks a bit like a cauliflower wearing spectacles (don't they all?). She sits at the front of the bus banging her cane on the floor and ranting at the driver everytime he slows down for passing traffic, or stops to let passengers on and off. "We'll never get there if he keeps this up!", she'll shout to nobody in particular.

Sometimes I don't see her for a few months at a time, so I assume she must've died, only for her to turn up again.
 
There are old people that give the rest of them a bad name. Some old people are cool.
 
Like Lee Van Cleef, he is so cool, people darent even tell him he died years ago
 
Fuddlemiff said:
Around here we have this old lady who looks a bit like a cauliflower wearing spectacles (don't they all?). She sits at the front of the bus banging her cane on the floor and ranting at the driver everytime he slows down for passing traffic, or stops to let passengers on and off. "We'll never get there if he keeps this up!", she'll shout to nobody in particular.

Sometimes I don't see her for a few months at a time, so I assume she must've died, only for her to turn up again.
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Makes you wonder what the rush is.
 
Yub, I didn't think you were over 70 (I assume we're talking about proper old people.)
 
It's fun to hide stuff from old people, then when they want you to find it, you pull it out like magic and tell them it was right there.
 
A few months after I moved to NYC and just when my opinion of the city and especially the subway was at its lowest ebb, I was sitting on a sparsely-filled train when the doors opened to let on a woman who I swear to god was old enough to have been a founding member of the DAR. She had a walker, and was inching towards the nearest seat when the doors closed. A feeling of alarm seeped through me as I had been mentally calculating how long it would take her to reach the seat safely and how long after the doors closed the train would violently lurch forward. Even worse, the direction the train was moving meant that when she became airborne --and she did, walker and all-- she'd be moving away from me...there was nothing I could do.

In this heightened state of trepidation I shot a look past her and saw three guys about my size sitting right in the area of her projected course. Like chimps on a hunt communicating solely through the eyes, all three gave me, and each other, a glance that said "We're on it." And sure enough, when the train took off and gravity released this poor woman, all three formed a human crash net and caught her, harmless, and set her down in the nearest seat. She just sat there blinking before thanking all of them in her shaky, Katherine Hepburn voice.

Vastly improved my opinion of the place, and of humanity in general.
 
Yes, I can see how something like that would partially restore faith in humanity. Of course, I witness similar things, but then I see something else that causes a loss of faith just as easily.
 
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