I am pretty sure that I may have cholera, and a little bit of leprosy probably some almost definitely some dysentery.
Why? I hear you cry my friends. Have I been swimming in some filth infested plague pit? Have I been smearing myself with filth, have I been eating from a kebab shop.
No.
Far worse, I had to get the bus.
For years and years, I was forced to get the bus on a daily basis - which was fine.
My immune system was tuned to the max. Comparatively speaking - I had a full on force field, an armed guard, turret guns, pill boxes, grenades, mustard gas and some other defences banned on several pages of the Geneva convention.
Now however, I mostly drive my own car- with my own germs and those of those I allow into my car. These I have a truce with - so my defences have lapsed a little. The little men in my body have gone for a pint - leaving only the simple minded ones to man the defences.
As such - when I ever I get on a bus, I feel like it may be my last journey ever.
You see, buses are not a nice or hygienic place to be. They tend to be plastic havens, full of people who don't cover their mouths when they cough, people who don't wash quite often enough and people who have no sense of personal space.
The one I got on today smelled a little bit of wee - which was nice, had curious stains on the window (inside) - which was nice and was generally just quite unpleasant.
Beyond this, my complaints with the bus continue. They are very expensive to use unless you use them very frequently. The timetables would make the average Mensa member scratch their heads (not that they stick to them anyway.) Mostly, the drivers communicate with you in monosyllables and the fellow bus riders hate you almost as much as you hate them!
Even the way buses looks is rubbish. The designs are so unimaginative - and the surroundings
inside are not nice places to be. There's even one I've been in before with leather seats - I don't even want to think about the residue left on those.
Rant over.
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