After getting on a bus in London for the first time in about 25 years a couple of weeks ago I can confirm that there are no wrong types of bus wankers, just bus wankers!! Haha!
I didn’t have a clue what to do when I got on, tried asking driver how much it was and how far the journey was and he was tutting like a right ****, got card out to pay for me and mrs and was told I couldn’t pay her fare she had to use her own card!! Started to dispute in my own calm and reasonable way that I’m known for then heard some **** at the back screaming for me to hurry the fuck up because they were in a rush.
My calm and reasonable self then disappeared and I shouted something back which might have had some expletives before my mrs dragged me off the bus where we got a taxi, a taxi that I’d fucking suggested we get in the first place until she told me the bus would be an adventure!! Haha!
I don’t think I’ll be getting on one ever again, I’d rather walk :-)