All in a weeks work.
While on the bus I was getting off at the next stop and grabbing the handle bars as I went to the front so I didn't go flying on my arse as the bus trundled through the Beirut like potholed streets of Glasgow. I passed two women talking to each other across the bus isle and as my hand, which was now behind me let go of the bar and was swinging back down to my side, already anticipating grabbing the next handle the woman on that side leaned in to carry on her conversation as I passed and my hand crashed into her head and slammed her face into the metal handlebar on the seat back in front of her. Oops.
But, there's more.
I was waiting for a bus which didn't show. I saw another bus coming and stood out near the kerb to get a better look at the number. On seeing this was not my bus I turned and walked back to the bus stand not realising that a queue had formed behind me and about twenty people looked on as their bus drove past without stopping. They had expected me to flag it down as I was at the front. Oops.
Ok, those were accidents, this one I have no excuse.
I got on the bus and headed for the back seats as normal (You can sleep better at the back and the other seats do not allow for long legs or things like knees). Both corners were taken so I sat in the middle and put my rucksack down on the seat next to me. I had spotted but didn't care that the guy had left his drinks bottle where I was going to sit, he could have moved it in time but didn't give a fuck so I just plunked my and bag on top of it. He tried to shove me and my bag over and I swept my arm forward hitting his bottle down to the front of the bus. He got up angrily remonstrating and retrieved his bottle only to return to find I had taken his corner seat next to the heater. I gave him a smile though just to show I was friendly.
I keep watching the news to see if there's anything about any bus rampages lately. Maybe tomorrow.