I am 23 year old Insurance Manager from Bristol. I enjoy writing and giving my opinions especially ...
I am 23 year old Insurance Manager from Bristol. I enjoy writing and giving my opinions especially on films,dvd, entertainment etc.
I always like to read what your average member of the public thinks about a product.
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It’s 5.15pm and you have just finished work in the centre of Bristol. You managed to get a lift into work this morning because your car is in the garage with ‘clutch problems’. You wait at the bus stop in silence for the number 51 bus or as its more commonly known ‘the rattler’. Glancing around you see a bunch of sullen, emotionless faces staring into space, also awaiting the arrival of the rattler. You observe these others discreetly, as you know that they are going to be your travelling companions for some or all of the journey. A few normal-looking office type people; a sweet old couple linking arms; a huge woman with several teeth missing and an obvious sweat problem; a skinny guy in his mid-thirties with Terry Nutkins/Michael Bolton -style haircut (you know, bald patch on top but shoulder length around the sides); and the token loony wearing a tight grey anorak with the hood up and walking around in a small circle.
The Rattler arrives and everyone shuffles forward to mount it and pay the driver. You fumble around your pockets to check that you have the right change, you do, so you have it ready. You ask for a single to Whitchurch, “£1.55 mate” says the driver, who is the spit of Noddy Holder. You have £1.50, the price has gone up 5p since last time (it has been a while). Now you’re under pressure, a big queue behind you eager to get home and you have to get that 5p from the bottom of your pocket, but which pocket? You find it and get on the bus with a slightly reddened face. The bus is very full but there are a couple of seats vacant, you walk towards one and see a milky fluid on the seat. You avoid that one and move up to the next one which is next to the gargantuan sweat-woman, she is taking up a good three-quarters of the seat, you keep walking to the back and opt to stand up.
The bus pulls away and you're on your journey home. The Rattler is certainly living up to its name as everything shakes and vibrates. You try and keep a low centre of gravity to keep your balance but its useless as you can only hold the filthy leather strap that hangs down for ‘standing passengers’. You steady yourself from being thrown around like a rag doll by gripping the edge of a seat, your fingers press easily into the still-warm chewing that a previous passenger was kind enough to leave for you. Using the upholstered edge of a seat you manage to remove most of the gum from your hand. A few people have dismounted the bus now and you are quite close to home, you see a spare seat that seems relatively clean, so you sit down.
Everything seems to be OK now. It’s hot on the bus but you can handle it, however, someone else cannot. The smell of bodge (body odour) fills your nostrils, it has to be the sweating mammoth. You try and hold your breath as much as you can, and someone opens a window which makes things a little better.
The bus pulls up at your stop with a sudden brake that jolts you forward so you bang your knee on the seat in front, at this point you get up out of your seat, not before noticing that the schoolboy in front of you has nits.
Congratulations you made it home.
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