Leeds was shut today due to wind.
I mean, it was only one road, but you’d think that the whole of the city had been closed off because – and I don’t think this is too much of an exageration – at half-five as I left the office to come home it was an absolute clusterfuck of traffic chaos.
I don’t drive. I have no desire to drive. Driving a car does not appeal to me in the slightest. So I can’t really comment on it. But as an observation, do you really think that if you – as a car some way back down the traffic jam – beep your horn, the other cars in front will suddenly move? Like they’ve just forgotten what it is they’re supposed to be doing and only your helpful toot has helped them to realise the error of your ways? Because I can tell that it doesn’t. All it does is show that you, for whatever reason, deem yourself to be more important than the other people in the traffic jam and are some kind of attention-seeking bellend.
I’m sorry. That sounds like a rant. I’m not in a very good mood. Because for half of my journey home some bloody woman was basically sitting on my leg.
I didn’t ask her to. And nor would I have asked her to either.
But for some reason she insisted on doing it. And then fidgeting about. And standing up every time she thought another seat – a double, so she could sit with her deaf friend and not have to shout across the aisle – was coming free. It wasn’t coming free, all that was happening was that an old man with one of Sherlock Holmes’ hand-me-down hats on kept standing up to look at the sodding traffic.
Basically my bus was a hotbed of badly behaved passengers. Not in a tinny music playing rapscallion kind of way. Just in a bloody annoying way.
And the bus was late. And it only went as far as Mirfield and it was all because of the bloody wind.
Did I mention a woman sat on me for the better part of an hour? Did I mention that?