This afternoon.
Dart, unspecified route.
AJ writes:
Husband and wife combo choose seats so that both could have an empty seat in front of them to put their feet on it. No fupps given.
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This afternoon.
Dart, unspecified route.
AJ writes:
Husband and wife combo choose seats so that both could have an empty seat in front of them to put their feet on it. No fupps given.
*puts on judgemental hat*
Ew.
mmm. tell ya what though I HATE the seats on those later variant Japanese dart carriages (Hitachi?)
they’re (no offence) definitely made for Japanese bums, feckin tiny & at a weird angle
major uncomfortable
on those darts I’d honestly rather stand
i thought those seats were all broken – they all slant downwards
nah, like that since day 1, by design
my lower back starts pinging after 5 mins in them
made for a much smaller person
dreadful
The commuter trains from Dundalk means anyone with back or hip problems has to stand the whole way because the seats are so uncomfortable. And not only do they stop at every hole in the hedge, most of which never have boarders, upon opening, the door system emits the most deafening loud screech alert.
It’s like CIÉ are trying to make the ONE AND A HALF HOUR journey as uncomfortable and miserable as possible
+clongriffin
Can’t see them – there are too many people standing in the way.
Look more wife and wife. Certainly scumbag x 2.
You mean in the first pic?
Oh my, you are a card!
Only second pic existed at the time of my commenting your honour!
Not a single fupp was given
Buddy, go for a run. Rub one out. Text that friend for apint/coffee.
Get out there. Live your life.
sounds like a busy afternoon
Doesn’t look like the dart is packed here
Makes no odds.
Don’t put your feet on the seats.
or better still… don’t have feet.
To quote Mr. Partridge…’I don’t like big feet. Reminds me of gammon’.
darts , buses, it’s my major bug since I have moved back, uncivil behavior by people who should know better, what’s with it, the snot flicking, the sniffing, the feet, the nail filing, the complete absence of the word excuse me, the mad nattering and I’m sorry always a woman ..on the phone like she’s in her front room.
30 years ago folk using public transportation had the fear another passenger would try to engage them in conversation to pass the time. Now no one talks to anyone on public transportation and folk give out. Some folk are never happy. Me I like to watch the world burn.
and no one calls anyone out on anything, god forbid confrontation right
Stop shouting, Janet, for God’s sake!!
I like to passively aggressivley proffer a tissue to the sniffers
Or people who blow their nose violently and repeatedly in cafes. Ugh, use the bathroom, people are trying to eat.
Let the person who hasn’t put their feet up on public transport cast the first ‘huh’, close their cardigan swiftly turn and stare out the opposite window!, have the bottle to confront or shut up!
It’s the bumholes who open the windows on the bus in the middle of March and then sit there in their effing coat while an arctic gale blows the length of the bus that are public transport enemy no. 1.
I dunno Millie, I’d prefer a blast of air over the stench of people whose clothes stink of fabric conditioner.
You’re traveling on a better class of bus..!
The great unwashed have morphed into the great washed-in-fabric-conditioner.
Looks like the undergroundy bit around Glenageary/Sandycove/Dun Laoghaire. Fertile ground for self-absorbed buppyholes I’m afraid to say.
Is that a work scarf on yer wan?