This was not a good morning. I walked out of the BART station to find a nearly empty bus lane, and riders massed waiting for my usual bus. We piled on the now late bus, and shortly the entire bus was full, standing room only. Chatting with other riders indicated that there had apparently been a walkout by most, if not all, of the regular drivers. (I called the local news station and spoke with a reporter.) As riders got on, we mentioned there was an apparent walkout and most people just settled in, happy that a bus was finally there, even if it was SRO.
But, then, after a long, slow, crowded ride across the Bay, a douchey young guy (possibly a grad student) got on.
WALBB: You're 40 minutes late. I've been standing out here. I'm late. What's going on?
Driver: There's been a contract conflict.
WALBB: This is ridiculous. 40 minutes. What's going on?
Me: There's apparently been a walkout by the drivers.
WALBB: So, this is a problem. *He's standing over the driver, over the yellow line, his voice rising. The driver is elderly and has been apologetic and nice the whole trip.* Now, I'm late.
Me: It's not the driver's fault. There's a strike.
WALBB: I'm not talking to you, Miss.
Me: Yelling at the driver won't help. It's not his fault.
WALBB: I'm not talking to you, Miss. I waited 40 minutes.
Me: *voice rising* You are, because you're interfering with the driver, so we can't get to where we're going.
Other passenger: We all waited 40 minutes.
WALBB finally caught a clue and shut up and sat down. He didn't lift his head from his book or look my way the rest of the ride.
WALBB stands for whiny ass little bitch boy, if you hadn't guessed.
But, then, after a long, slow, crowded ride across the Bay, a douchey young guy (possibly a grad student) got on.
WALBB: You're 40 minutes late. I've been standing out here. I'm late. What's going on?
Driver: There's been a contract conflict.
WALBB: This is ridiculous. 40 minutes. What's going on?
Me: There's apparently been a walkout by the drivers.
WALBB: So, this is a problem. *He's standing over the driver, over the yellow line, his voice rising. The driver is elderly and has been apologetic and nice the whole trip.* Now, I'm late.
Me: It's not the driver's fault. There's a strike.
WALBB: I'm not talking to you, Miss.
Me: Yelling at the driver won't help. It's not his fault.
WALBB: I'm not talking to you, Miss. I waited 40 minutes.
Me: *voice rising* You are, because you're interfering with the driver, so we can't get to where we're going.
Other passenger: We all waited 40 minutes.
WALBB finally caught a clue and shut up and sat down. He didn't lift his head from his book or look my way the rest of the ride.
WALBB stands for whiny ass little bitch boy, if you hadn't guessed.
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