Things I hate: part 1
Saying I hate buses is an understatement. Saying I hate crowded buses is the understatement of the century!
Often when the mind is idle I find myself pondering over this diseased creation of mankind. I mean, what do you get by taking a rectangular vehicle, piling it up with people and introducing a highly unstable species known as the ‘Conductor’ amidst them? Yes, a bus!
The prime use of a bus is for commuting. A forced roller coaster ride from point A to (a very distant) point B. Apart from this, a bus can also be used to soften up tough cookies, vile brained criminals, the likes! Put the man in a bus; let it go on for several hours. Soon he would have puked his guts out, lost his legs to severe cramps, and ruptured his bladder too.
Take my advise, do not ever step on a bus!
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