I have been working real hard as of lately. I have been painting my arse off and was looking forward to the weekend. Friday came, and i put in extra effort so that when i arrived home and sat on the couch, it would feel even more worth it. I went to get on the bus and asked for a 90cent ticket, which is the amount i spend on tickets getting home every afternoon. The driver politely said "Yeah sure, can i please just see your concession card?" I began to panic as i knew i didn't have a concession card in my possession. I said "Yeah, no problem" and began to look through my pockets playing it cool. After a realistic length of searching time, i pulled my shocked, scared and cute face all in one, and might i say, i feel i pulled it off pretty well. I then apologized and told him i dont have it on me. He all of a sudden snapped and turned into a fuckin jerk. He rudely told me, in this bus driver tone "$2.30 please". I explained to the dimwit, i didn't have $2.30. His response, "Take your money, turn around and get off my bus". I replied how anyone else would reply in that situation by saying "Are you fucking serious?". Quick to respond the driver said "Take your money, turn around and get off my bus, security are being called". I proceeded to yell "Fuck" at the top of my lungs in rage and followed the mans orders.
I then dealt with the situation just as any normal human being would. I handled it in 2 easy ways.
The first, after i was off the bus, the driver closed the doors, i proceeded to punch fuck through it, giving it all i've got. The bus began to drive and i continued slamming my fists into the side of the shitbus. He opened, then yelled out the doors as he was controlling the vehicle in flee mode, "Security are coming". I then went on to punch the bustop till everyone in the cars around were pointing and mouthing "What the fuck". This was the end of step 1.
The second way i dealt with it, also in a normal fashion, was grabbing anything in my household i could that had the words Transperth on it. I then entered my bathroom, and made a little nest for my doo, u
sing bus tickets, a bus timetable and train tickets. I let loose on Transperth and proceeded by wiping with tickets, and throwing them ontop of The Public Transport Punisher (thats what i called the poo). It made me feel a whole lot better.

This vented my rage, but the toilet made a sudden decision to overflow. Before water made it out of the bowl, i plunged the bus timetable mad hard with the toilet brush. Let's hope it doesnt clog.
Once again, the day was saved, by....The Scat Man!