Such a lovely man.

Another rant. You're welcome. I seem to come across knob-heads a lot these days...

I took the bus to Oslo a week ago, give or take a few days, from Skjeldsvik in Skien.
We were told we'd have to wait for another bus because this one was jam packed with baddies, which is fine, because you know, it happens.
The helpful bus driver telling us this asked us where we were going, and I answered "Oslo" in belief that the Oslo area was included in this and it wasn't a description exclusive to the bus terminal.
When the new bus came, he took our luggage and put it in the bus.

What a nice guy. He could steal our luggage now if he really wanted to... Ah, I know his face, I thought happily whilst boarding the bus.

The drive in itself wasn't too bad if you don't count boringness, but when I got to the stop in Lysaker (WHICH IS OSLO AS FAR AS I'M AWARE), I soon discovered that the helpful bus driver had put my luggage in on the wrong side...
Shit.
I told the current bus driver this, and he got mad and said "Well we can't take it out here! Cars drive by like maniacs here! At a 100 km/h! They could chop your legs off!"
I asked "Well... What do I do..?" with my heart sinking, knowing I would have to call my aunt who was picking me up from there, and having to face her wrath.
He retorted "You will have to come with us to the next stop. Get on the bus now."
I answered "I need to call someone, I'm meant to be picked up!" and started calling her.
He furiously wheezed "What are you doing!? Get on the bus! You are wasting our time!" Which is fair, I probably was, but he could have been more polite and actually being helpful going about this whole thing instead of biting my head off.

Whilst on the phone I walked towards the hatch where the luggage was, I tried to open it, as a last-try to get my luggage, he stormed over. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" he spat viciously.
Was he about to fucking punch me!? I was actually a little scared of the man.
I said, trying to be calm (probably failing, my lid was boiling pretty fiercely at this point, so my replies weren't exactly sugar sweet) "Can I try and drag it out myself, from this side?"
He opened it (thank god) and I managed to struggle it out between girders and other luggage.
(I was sure he would close the hatch behind me and kidnap me to the other stop whilst I was in there... That man was not stable.)

Well out of that exhaust-filled hell-hole, I was stopped.
Ah, you liked me so much, you'd like to converse further? Brilliant.
"Why did you say 'yes' when I asked you if you were going to the bus terminal?"
"You never asked me!" I replied, in a clearly annoyed tone of voice, I'll admit.
"Oh yes, when you boarded on Fokserød (a busstop 1-2 hours away from Skjelsvik? Maybe? Not too sure, but it is a pretty nice while between them), I asked you if you were going to the bus terminal and you answered yes." he retorted.

Fokserød?
Yep, this man is pulling strings out of thin air.

I answered truthfully (and rather angrily) that "I boarded on Skjeldsvik, and I was never asked." where he retorted that "No, I asked everyone."
"Well you certainly didn't ask me"
My aunt had arrived then, shouting my name, so I just left, as he ran into the bus, racing away.

I have never experienced this level of professionalism.
Sarcasm.


The company apologised, though, which is appreciated.
However, the rather poor excuse of him being "so scared of what would happen, resulted in high adrenalin in his body" they can take back with a "fuck you."

"Looking back we see that this could have been solved differently"
YA THINK?

So that was today's rant. MorWay buss express (name slightly altered) can suck my respective balls.