I’ve been tagged by the lovely Sabina @MummyMatters to complete a Meme on ‘Things That Bug the Sh*t Out of Me’. (Well, she worded it a lot nicer than that, but I’m a bit of an Angry Pregnant Lady™ at the moment…)
Now, normally I don’t like to complain 😉 but let’s just say that the whingeing is coming a lot more easily now I’ve hit the eight month’s preggers mark. In fact, I found myself with so much moaning material, that I decided to whittle it down to one particular area – Public Transport.
I don’t have a car, so these are all scenarios that I’ve personally endured over the past two or three months. Just writing about them has made me so agitated I’ve been forced to take solace in a huge, medicinal white chocolate chip cookie, just to calm my nerves.
So please allow me to begin with ‘Things That Bug the Sh*t Out of Me’ about the London bus service:
People standing in the buggy section, who refuse to move when you get on with an ACTUAL stroller.
Drivers who take off like Lewis bloody Hamilton before you have a chance to put the brake on, so the stroller flies down the aisle, wrenching your shoulders out from their sockets.
Bus drivers who refuse to let more than two buggies on, when the bus is completely empty. Or… ones who do let you on, but don’t warn you that there is absolutely no space and you’ll spend the entire journey trying to stop people slamming their handbags into your baby’s face.
And now ‘Things That Bug the Sh*t Out of Me’ about the London Underground/Rail:
The lack of lifts. Not just for parents, but how are people with disabilities supposed to get around?? There’s no excuse for this lack of facilities in 2010.
People who deliberately rush past you at the tube station so they don’t feel pressured to help you navigate the stairs. Or people who hover behind you as you walk the toddler, drag the stroller, and lug the baby bump on your own, tutting because you’re slowing their journey by five whole seconds.
Young businessmen who pretend to be so totally engrossed in their i-Phones they haven’t noticed you’re heavily pregnant, and therefore don’t have to give you their seat.
This isn’t a moan so much as a baffling peculiarity – men who will pick up the end of the stroller, literally drag you up the stairs, drop the buggy at the top, and walk off – without saying a single word, or even looking at you!!!!! This has actually happened to me a few times, and while I appreciate the help, it never fails to freak me out. Do you think they’re real people, or weird buggy carrying robots employed by London Underground?
So what bugs you about public transport???