Last night and the fat cake eater

I ran home from work, which is fine but you will have to pass some pedestrians, luckily the weather was so appalling that there weren't many people on the pavements.

The first thing that happened that did my head in was the accidental racing against a 55 bus as it crawled down the road.

The bus wasn't the problem, the fat women sitting on the bus became the centre point of my fury. I knew she was fat because:

a. She was eating a cake with the a joyous look on her face, usually seen on the faces of stroke victims who get their hearing or eyesight back after the stroke
b. Her fat little fingers had more rings of fat on them than an old tree that's been cut in half and you can see how long it's been growing.

Now fatty was staring at me like I was some sort of weirdo, dressed in reflective lycra, out to steal her cake. the look on her face was like,
"why you doin that for?"
And I wanted to shout through the window,
"so I don't look like you, you massive bitch"

Eventually the bus passed me and I slowly calmed down and ran the rest of the way without much concern.

There's loads of people out running though........you'd think there was a race coming up!