Why Should I Pay for Your Right Bum Cheek to Travel?

The iPhone came back on at about 4am this morning but it had not erased anything or restored itself so I tried to do it via iTunes and again it went off for almost the entire day, I think I might have to visit the local Apple store when I get back to London to sort this out.

Today is a day I have been looking forward to for ages, not because it is the day I’m going home (although I am happy about this) but because it is the day that Millwall will be taking on the not-so-mighty Leeds United live on Sky TV. I had spent a couple of days desperately searching for a pub in Manchester that might show it and thankfully my girlfriend’s children’s ex said he will be watching it and I was more than welcome to join him.

The game itself was not as exciting as I was hoping it would be, I don’t know why I expected it to be as Millwall normally play poorly on Sky, but we did what was needed to grind out a very good 1-0 win to propel us up the league to within 2 points from the play-off zone.

I was on a bit of a high for the rest of the day, my coach wasn’t until 11:50pm so we went to see my girlfriend’s niece for a couple of hours to have a drink and keep warm (my girlfriend had no gas) with some other members of her family.

At 9:30pm I got the bus into Manchester city centre and then had nearly 2 hours to kill so I went to get something to eat from a takeaway and watched the world go by as I sat near the window munching a chicken burger which had a burger the size of a fifty pence piece in it.

I had the fattest woman I have ever seen sit next to me on the coach, she was so fat that not only did she occupy her own seat but she also occupied half of my seat so I had to spend almost SIX HOURS trying to sit on half a seat while this fat cow kept elbowing me every time I fidgeted to get comfy.

I pissed her off about three hours into the journey when I had to ask her to move so I could go to the toilet, as I came back I scanned the coach for a spare seat but there wasn’t any, as I approached the great big fatty I noticed that her HUGE arse was also hanging over the side of her seat! So she had her own seat, half of my seat and half the fucking aisle!

I don’t wish to appear heartless, but I am so that’s how it comes out, but surely if these fat fuckers want to travel on public transport then they should be made to pay for two seats if they take up more than one seat? If I bring more than one suitcase on the coach I get charged for it so why shouldn’t overweight people be charged for their huge arse taking up an extra seat?

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Dean Saliba is a freelance writer, professional blogger, media enthusiast, keen long-distance runner, and huge professional wrestling fan, who covers a wide range of subjects and niches including: making money online, traffic generating, pro wrestling, blog reviews, football, how-to guides, music, internet marketing, athletics, and more.