This morning I had a pleasant surprise ;the micro-bus to Tunis was very luxurious! a brand new bus with very comfortable seats with air conditioning more like one of those coaches when you go a tour.
Anyway, at the bus stop by the Tunisie Telecom office John boarded the bus.
When we got near the stop in Tunis a bus inspector got on; I immediately showed my ticket and though it was all scrunched up the inspector did his obligatory tearing of the ticket.
The inspector then asked John for his ticket. John twice replied that the ticket was on his chair
( the seat ) ; he didn't want to go and get it. John's rucksack landed on the floor with a heavy thud as John reluctantly headed back to his seat to get the ticket.
As the inspector handed back the ticket ,John seemed to utter something in Arabic and then uttered a few words of Portuguese and then in Spanish ' No quiero' . Then bizzarely he suddenly started shouting at the inspector ' Get out of my f' ------ing ' way! I want to get off the bus! I don't want the f........ ticket !' . It seemed John was having a mini-meltdown!
We got off the bus; John said he didn't like the way the inspector asked him for the ticket and as the bus passed us John gestured his hand in annoyance at the inspector.
I was really puzzled at John's behaviour as I know the bus driver and the inspector and I've always found them to be friendly and helpful!
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