The Whistleblower

It's official. My most hated place in the city is the bus stop on George Street, opposite St Andrew's Cathedral. I hate that bus stop. It has such a depressing vibe. It is always crowded, a million buses pull in there, and none of them is yours. It is always dirty, and it stinks.

There always seems to be some drunks hanging around abusing people. There always seems to be gnarly youths spitting all over the place and leaving rubbish. And some gross couple getting busy in public.

Last night I was waiting there 45 minutes in the cold drizzly dark. Standing behind me was a man just continually hurling abuse at everyone and everything, just this constant barrage of swearing and strange quasi- religious, depressing rubbish pouring out of his mouth--

Those Christian dogs...I am the Son of God.. George effing Bush...Every bus driver in Sydney needs his legs broken... The son of Jeee-suz.. If I had a gun and a bullet I would blow you all to kingdom come.

He then brought out a whistle, and started blowing it as loud as he could, just trying to get some kind of reaction, good or bad. He blew for about five minutes until the police turned up.

When the bus arrived I breathed a huge sigh of relief. I hate that bus stop.