The driver turned the last two in the queue away as the people who'd barrelled up the stairs in search of seats all came barrelling straight back down again and sardined themselves into the corridor. The doors closed and I sucked in my breath, afraid to sigh with relief in case I burst the bus at its seams.
A girl in her twenties came running up Dame Street, Our Lady Of Self-Entitlement in skinny jeans. She stopped at the door, fixed her hair, lacquered her smile and then knocked and pointed pointedly. The driver shrugged apologetically and mimed a polite PFO. Really sorry, but we're full. "Fuck you!" she roared, and gave him the finger. I blushed for her and the little old lady beside me shook her head.
"What a cunt" she muttered, then seeing my blushes she added "sorry, love".
A girl in her twenties came running up Dame Street, Our Lady Of Self-Entitlement in skinny jeans. She stopped at the door, fixed her hair, lacquered her smile and then knocked and pointed pointedly. The driver shrugged apologetically and mimed a polite PFO. Really sorry, but we're full. "Fuck you!" she roared, and gave him the finger. I blushed for her and the little old lady beside me shook her head.
"What a cunt" she muttered, then seeing my blushes she added "sorry, love".
