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A not-so-splendid occurence (LANGUAGE)
Evening all. My thoughts in italics.
Go jump off a duck
Some of you may or may not have read about my days as a bus driver. If you do, then you probably remember the arsehole who decided to pay half the fare and then demand a discount. He came back. Twice. This was spaced out over two and a half months, and I had made a mental note of his face. Our last encounter went something like this:
Me: Oh for fuck's sake. Morning.
Him: Single to Bartle Doo Avenue, please.
Me: That'll be £2.65, please.
Him: (Hands over £1.30) Thanks.
Me: [I]Die.[I] Sir, we've been through this twice before, please pay in full.
Him: SHUT THE FUCK UP, I DID PAY IN FUCKING FULL.
Me: Sir, please leave this vehicle or I will be forced to call the police.
So I'm not exactly the biggest of men, and I'm quite a weak person. So I was definitely unprepared when he proceeded to punch me in the balls. IN THE BALLS. Two people got up to help me as I was writhing on the floor in pain, and the remaining passenger sat their slightly smirking. Meanwhile, the arsehole quietly stepped over me. One of the helpful passengers stood up and pulled him to the ground, where he proceeded to kick me in the face.
I don't actually remember what happened after that; all I know was I woke up in an ambulance about half an hour later. I was told that I had been knocked out and kicked onto the pavement. I had a broken nose and dislocated wrist. Needless to say, after I left the hospital, I promptly quit my job. I was interviewed by the police several times after that. The last I heard, he finished his community service.
That was a year and a half ago. I am now working in customer service. Oh fucking joy.
Go jump off a duck
Some of you may or may not have read about my days as a bus driver. If you do, then you probably remember the arsehole who decided to pay half the fare and then demand a discount. He came back. Twice. This was spaced out over two and a half months, and I had made a mental note of his face. Our last encounter went something like this:
Me: Oh for fuck's sake. Morning.
Him: Single to Bartle Doo Avenue, please.
Me: That'll be £2.65, please.
Him: (Hands over £1.30) Thanks.
Me: [I]Die.[I] Sir, we've been through this twice before, please pay in full.
Him: SHUT THE FUCK UP, I DID PAY IN FUCKING FULL.
Me: Sir, please leave this vehicle or I will be forced to call the police.
So I'm not exactly the biggest of men, and I'm quite a weak person. So I was definitely unprepared when he proceeded to punch me in the balls. IN THE BALLS. Two people got up to help me as I was writhing on the floor in pain, and the remaining passenger sat their slightly smirking. Meanwhile, the arsehole quietly stepped over me. One of the helpful passengers stood up and pulled him to the ground, where he proceeded to kick me in the face.
I don't actually remember what happened after that; all I know was I woke up in an ambulance about half an hour later. I was told that I had been knocked out and kicked onto the pavement. I had a broken nose and dislocated wrist. Needless to say, after I left the hospital, I promptly quit my job. I was interviewed by the police several times after that. The last I heard, he finished his community service.
That was a year and a half ago. I am now working in customer service. Oh fucking joy.
Oh, and 
to CS!
I don't blame you at all for quitting your bus driving job at all.
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