Friday, 17 June 2011
My Wipers Are Knackered - It's Just The Newness
'You're late,' said the cross passenger.
'Yes I know, but I'm only eight minutes late.' I replied.
'You're very late,' she continued not letting me off the hook.
'I had an excuse. I had to swop buses because the wipers broke and I couldn't see a thing.'
'And,' I went on, 'it's not a good thing to go around in a bus when it's raining and being unable to clear your windscreen.
'And, and, and ...' I haven't the faintest idea why I kept trying to justify my lateness. I really couldn't give a fig. It was the last day I was going to do this run and if there was a complaint against me, well, quite frankly ... bad luck.
The complaints came thick and fast. The passenger would not let up. It was therefore satisfying in a childish way to find that there was a large clump of nettles by the bus stop where the moaning minnie got off.
The other wiper worked for a bit, before becoming confused and giving up the ghost. The rain did not stop and it became harder to see out. I had to slow down and therefore was running late.
I rang the office. 'It's not been your week,' said the boss. 'First you broke the tyre when you had a puncture, then you had the dent in the side and now it's the wipers. Whatever next?'
I dread to think.