You pulled up to the bus stop on Spring Garden. I couldn't get across because of the traffic light.

I waved to you.

You saw me.

I saw you see me.

But you didn't wait. Instead you pulled out then the light changed.

So now you are at the light, which allowed me to cross and made you stay. I went to the door but you shook your head and wouldn't let me on.

Save me that "we're not supposed to.." because I've seen other drivers use their own discretion and allow people on or off at non-designated stops. You chose to use your own discretion to be a prick. I will remember that next time you fuckers go on strike and look for public support.

—late and loathing