My first posting is the only one that doesn't have any comments.
I'm not bitter.
BASTARDS!!!!! YOU LOT WOULD BE NOTHING WITHOUT ME!!!!
I'm experiencing guilt after my trip into town (how quaint that my generation still calls it that) this morning. On my route, at the time I was heading in, it's fairly plain sailing for about a third of the way and then pretty much gridlock the rest of the way. I was in a taxi and as a result I'm now feeling "Bus Lane Angst Headwreck" or B.L.A.H.
B.L.A.H. is the feeling you get when you whizz past hundreds and hundreds of your fellow men and women all seething, fuming, possibly on the verge of Michael Douglas moments while you sit back, send some texts, formulate your next pithy blog post and ponder why the possible coalition partners haven't responded to your suggestion they rename themselves "Greena Fáil" all while listening to Morning Ireland's soothing burble.
It's not fair. Seriously. The egalitarian econut within me understands why buses have their own lanes, but me? In my private pod of privelige? While everyone else fries and fumes? Nope. Not on.
It didn't actually make me get out and stand at a bus stop just to redress the balance or anything.
I...... didn't have any change.