About twenty years I was on a bus heading east from Duke Street in Glasgow.
This snooty, cheeky cunt gets on and she lets the driver have it as the previous bus hadn't turned up and her complaint would be about the bus company and the poor bastard driving
After finally shutting her mouth she turns and demand Malcolm, her poor husband, join her.
I thought they had got off at Carntyne Road.
You can guess what follows.
As I'm getting off I say to the driver "Hymn going to Komplayne abouwt thees serrrrrrviisss shit. That's not her real accent and imagine being that poor cunt Malcolm"
I then saw the driver point behind me.
As he drove away and they stood next to me he was crying with laughter.
