The slow bus to hell

Okay, so before I took this job with a REAL company, English Language Consultants. I had some hours with the Shakespeare English Company, then I promptly quit because it was a nightmare to get to, my boss showed up late my first day (the reason why i didn´t go watch the Stupor Bowl) etc. But what took the biscuit was this bus driver, let´s call him Dbag. So I've taught my class andnow I'm going to another interview to get more hours. It's outside the Metro area(Madrid has like 4 zones) so I need to take a bus. The lady at the school says take the 561 towards Rio Rosa. I get on the bus, pay Dbag and say tell me when we get to Plaza de Colon. ¨No va a plaza de Colon"

¨No shit¨
"No¨
"Shit. Okay.¨

I call Sheetal back and she says that I was right. That it goes there. Okay so I try again.
A new guy says it doesn´t go there either. So I can´t get Sheetal this time. An old lady asks where I am going and says I have to face the other way. Can you believe that neitrher of those fuckers told me that. And I speak some Spanish. Anyway, it´s a one way road and I need to walk like 2 kilometers, however far that is.

Then I´m at the bus stop and the bus starts to pass me by. I slam the side of it and yell. The door opens and its Dbag. I´m glaring at him. I get on and say¨"Plaza de Colon." I pay him and sit down anyway. Some old man is trying to tell me something but he´s talking so fast it´s like he´s git a crab calmped onto his balls and I can´t understand a thing. He finally gets off and tells me soemthing and pints to the driver. I tell the driver, sternly, to tell me when we get there.
We get there, and it's a big circle that says PLAZA DE COLON. I wave as I get off and say¨"Fuck you very much." Sometimes being an English speakerhas it´s advantages.

But I did meet a cutieon the bus ride home, Isabelle, and I´m going to give her one on one English lessons. It´s called karma.