jurong east int.
followed two indians up the bus. workers with safety boots and ruck sacks.
driver, from china. can tell from the haircut and face.
so this two indians dont carry ez link cards. they were paying with cash.
no coins. just two dollar notes.
indian number one asks in english how much is it to toh guan road east.
driver says in fukin chinese 2 dollars.
indian looks at friend and says wad the fuk did he say.
friend say no idea.
indian number one looks back at driver say points and his 2 dollar note and says, is this it?
driver did not say anything. just nodded his head.
indian number one puts the 2 dollar note into the money thinge. and the two indians started to walk towards the back of the bus. ( just 1-2 meters from the driver)
driver stood up and shouts at them, in fukin chinese, 2 dollar is for one. not two. u need to put 2 more dollar in.
indian number one looks back. confused. indian number two also blank face.
(at this stage i was gonna put in my 1 dollar coin as i bloody lost my ez link card again)
having heard and saw wad happened just a few seconds before, i kind of translated to the indians that its 2 bucks for one person. u have to put in 2 more bucks.
indian number one complied. he placed one more note into the money thinge.
they walked off, the cb driver sat down and looked at me.
i chucked in my coin, stared at him, walked off collected my ticket and moved back into the bus.
fukin duck trying to talk to chicken?
knn cb driver dont speak a single word of engrileesh??
fuk at lease the indians spoke it. but not the driver. fukhead.
wanna work here dont wanna learn engrish. twat.
well, thats my story for today.
No comments:
Post a Comment