Mad dash

I haven't had the best of evenings. I got out of work at 5.45 and made a mad dash for the train station. I just got on the train in time but only just. I got to Bolton & walked to the bus station, buying a bag of chips on the way (I didn't have time for a proper tea). I only ate half because the bus was in and I needed to be on it. Except that the bus then sat in the station for another ten minutes. Half a bag of chips wasted. Got to the next stage on my journey ok but there were no buses to the theatre for another 1/2 hour which would make me late. So I got a taxi. £2.40.

Walked into the theatre and chatted amiably with a couple of people until one of them kindly pointed out that there wasn't a panto rehearsal on tonight, they were auditioning for the first play of next year. I confirmed this with the panto director who quite blatantly didn't give a shit that I'd just travelled all that way & no-one (least of all him) had bothered to tell me that there wasn't a rehearsal tonight.

Exit me stage right followed not by a bear but with a face like thunder. And now I really don't give a shit if I'm late for rehearsal on Thursday. He can fucking wait. Bastard.

Buses back home were ok until I got to Bolton. I'd just missed one so decided to get an Arriva bus which I have to pay on as my pass isn't valid on those. Arriva is usually reasonably priced but tonight the bastard driver decided to overcharge me. So I've complained to the GMPTE. Serve him right, the tosser.