really well played, I think, we can just smell the crazy!
= I admit I am trolling
Dude, if you hadn’t suddenly brought up Humpy and Bricker I’d still have a shadow of a doubt.
Squirm squirm squirm squirm squirm. You all squirm like a worm on a hook. THE THREAD TITLE. THE OP. ANSWER ME, VERMIN.
The thread title is not a question.
What did they do before GPS equipped busses? Just randomly drove around? Picked up and dropped fares off like taxis? You won’t get me ona transit
system where the drvers don’t know where they are going.
They are answering you. Posting a thread like this in the Pit expecting any sort of legitimate discourse kinda validates the responses. It’s a new form of anti-social cyber cognition compelling geriatric housebound trolls craving their emotional fix - probably helped along in some cases with one or another medication-induced psychotic behavioral anomalies.
Just move on. :rolleyes:
This is all to do with racism. Everything else you’re doing seems like a distraction.
Since you lurked for years, what are your honest thoughts on how racism is defined and how insinuations & allegations of racism have been handled here?
Serious question. Do you have discharge paperwork from the mental hospital?
No?
Ahhhhh, think about it. You haven’t been discharged, have you?
Burmashave
BTW, I was just skiing in the same part of BC last week, and while the numbers are limited we encountered enough minorities that I’m sure a mixed race couple wouldn’t raise many eyebrows. It’s remote, but it’s a resort. There are huge numbers of tourists from overseas all along the Powder Highway, further evidence against the idea that a mixed race couple was shocking to anyone on public transport.
Bye again, Lucid-flouncer
I, for one, am glad you came back. When your girlfriend told you to stop posting, and you did, I thought you were pussy-whipped. Now I think you’re a pussy-whipped loon AWOL from the nut house. Or a funny troll. One or the other.
If you encountered someone who was obviously suffering from mental illness would you poke and prod and provoke them? Take the high road and let it go.
On public transportation? Tourists have little reason to take public transportation. My girlfriend’s flight from Vancouver to Castlegar was cancelled, so I had to drive 20 hours in a snow storm to go get her in Vancouver. I was really tired so I let her drive. She doesn’t have much experience in the snow and she damaged the car. Nothing bad, we still made it home, but the car’s beaten up and she felt really bad about it. This is why we were on the bus in the first place. Going back to Castlegar for her to fly to Calgary since her other flight from CASTLEGAR BACK TO VANCOUVER WAS ALSO CANCELLED.
But you’re right, I did your job for you and came up with another reasonable explanation: anti-foreigner prejudice*. Our accents immediately identify us as foreigners and city slicks. Still a THUNDER CUNT, still needs to go. Do you understand?
*It wasn’t. It was racism. I was there and I saw it with my own two eyes. I honestly don’t blame you for not believing me. I would have trouble believing it if I hadn’t seen it RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE.
Seriously. I was there. It doesn’t matter why she did it. Anybody who screws up that badly at their job deserves to be FIRED ON THE SPOT.
Did you just recently discover the Pit?
Too many black people, too.
Yeah, if they were annoying af. 
This story is not about racism in British Columbia. British Columbia is a concept and concepts are inanimate, and thus incapable of racism. This is not about racist British Columbians either. British Columbians on the whole are LOVELY to us. My girlfriend will be the first to tell you. At any rate British Columbians as a group did nothing wrong. It’s not even about racism among public bus drivers. It’s about one person. One. This is a story about a THUNDER CUNT and her THUNDEROUS CUNTINESS. Don’t know how I can make that any clearer.
Are you still going to call me crazy? I’m getting bored of that. Should I go back to calling you vermin for squirming so much? Cause you’re still squirming, you know.
Pussy-whipped? More like boundless love and respect.
This is a love story, really. Because, when you love someone as much as he does his girlfriend, you become a wired, raving, paranoid obsessive, posting incessantly about imagined social slights in her honor. You rally against strangers on the internet, screaming in all caps, to show her you stand for her and will not be swayed. You cry over dogs riding buses. Because you love her. Because, when you fuck up and exit a bus when you had the tickets, and you force her to walk in the freezing cold and trudge through the snow for a few miles, you double-down on those naysayers, and something something racism. Because it’s love.
A love you’ll never know.
Assuming you’re right, that’s one racist person. In the old days, there were more. Why not be thankful about society’s slow steady march towards justice and equality?
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Why does it need to happen? She can just get fired?
Maybe she will. But what do you expect us to do about it?