Ignorance at the bus stop.

On Wednesday, I decided to chuck a couple of hours owing to me at work in, and go home a little early to try and get the house a little tidier and put some washing in. Score. BF was doing his bike test (again) so I had to get the bus. I trundled my bad self across the road, and just stood at the bus stop like normal people do, next to the young lady who was there before me. As it turns out, it was a mistake.

After being party to one side of a mobile phone conversation (at a volume so high it pretty much negated the use of any communication device) which I found slightly annoying, said person- lets call her Jane, eventually shut up. For about 3 seconds.

The silence was golden until a pair of young ladies walked past, both dressed in quite a masculine way, one of whom had her trousers (literally) underneath her bum cheeks. I was silently envying her pigs-in-a-blanket bum when Jane decides to speak. To me.

Jane: "Oh my god, didja  see 'er pants? Like, pull yer trarsers up!"

Me: Non-commital nod and small stranger smile.

Jane: "I just don't get, it, like, lesbians, they're so weird."

Me: Mentally calculating that it took approximately 3 seconds for her to decide that because the girls looked a little boyish, they were gay.

Jane: "Like, you wanna go aht wiv a girl, cos they're girly, then when they get wiv a girl, they start dressin' all butch an' that.

Me: Wondering if the herculean effort of psychically summoning the bus to arrive was going to make my nose bleed.

Jane: "Don' get me wrong, like, cos I got nuffing against gays, we've all kissed another girl for drinks an' that."

Me thinking:  That's not gay, that's socially acceptable prostitution, honey.

Jane: "But it's just weird, like, why go aht wiv a girl, but then dress like a bloke? Like, men like girls girly, dressed nice an' that, so yer'd fink lesbians would an' all."

Me thinking: Oh. My. God. That sentence shows soooooo much ignorance.

Jane: "But then they're all like, 'airy legs and that. I don' gerrit."

Me thinking: You certainly don't.

Jane: "Blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...."

At this point, the bus arrived, floating over the hill like a giant puce angel of salvation, the bringer of freedom, the chariot that would speed me away from the ..... Needless to say, I was pretty pleased to see it.