Richard's Horrendous Trip Home to Brum
Okay, after Richard left us for good, we had a quiet walk around the Bayswater and concentrated on whatever spiritual essences there were to be experienced. Although we were tired, we definitely enjoyed our trip to the max. So much so, we couldn't stop talking about anything and everything related to the UK - especially the men, ahem.
In our lovely little room, I heated up a can of Heinz Cream of Tomato soup in this strange microwave/convection oven medley. Fortunately, I didn't blow up anything and fiddled with the buttons and somehow operated the damn thing. While I feasted on the mock English food - it was yummy - the phone finally rang. We both breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the little Brummer boy is safely back at his abode.
I also noticed that it took him well over 5 hours to get home! Why?! What happened?! The trip from London to Brum only takes 2 hours!
Richard had forgotten that Friday (04/29/05) was a bank holiday and many people were off. As a result, the coaches were overbooked due to the long weekend and the earliest reservation wasn't until 9PM (open tickets don't work on such days). So, he waited at Victoria Station for 2 hours and had a lovely meal at a pub. Probably babe-watching too.
Okay, that doesn't sound too bad, does it? It gets better.
At 9PM, he boarded on the National Express coach along with a massive congregation of Muslims...with no air conditioning. Bwoken.
Oy. That's bad.
But that's not all. Not only is the air conditioning bwoken and Richard is still donning his winter coat, but the HEATER IS ON.
WTF?!?!
Yes, the A/C is shot and heater is on FULL blast because the entire heating/cooling unit is busted. Apparently, the bus company decided to drag out their bwoken vehicles to quell the high demand for travel during the long weekend.
OMG!!!!!
The best part of this story? Richard was complaining how AWFUL the Muslims smelled and how he wanted to DIE in the bus!!!! A stinky sauna!
And who's calling the kettle black?
In our lovely little room, I heated up a can of Heinz Cream of Tomato soup in this strange microwave/convection oven medley. Fortunately, I didn't blow up anything and fiddled with the buttons and somehow operated the damn thing. While I feasted on the mock English food - it was yummy - the phone finally rang. We both breathed a sigh of relief knowing that the little Brummer boy is safely back at his abode.
I also noticed that it took him well over 5 hours to get home! Why?! What happened?! The trip from London to Brum only takes 2 hours!
Richard had forgotten that Friday (04/29/05) was a bank holiday and many people were off. As a result, the coaches were overbooked due to the long weekend and the earliest reservation wasn't until 9PM (open tickets don't work on such days). So, he waited at Victoria Station for 2 hours and had a lovely meal at a pub. Probably babe-watching too.
Okay, that doesn't sound too bad, does it? It gets better.
At 9PM, he boarded on the National Express coach along with a massive congregation of Muslims...with no air conditioning. Bwoken.
Oy. That's bad.
But that's not all. Not only is the air conditioning bwoken and Richard is still donning his winter coat, but the HEATER IS ON.
WTF?!?!
Yes, the A/C is shot and heater is on FULL blast because the entire heating/cooling unit is busted. Apparently, the bus company decided to drag out their bwoken vehicles to quell the high demand for travel during the long weekend.
OMG!!!!!
The best part of this story? Richard was complaining how AWFUL the Muslims smelled and how he wanted to DIE in the bus!!!! A stinky sauna!
And who's calling the kettle black?
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