I felt so stupid. Why can't I take the slightest amount of criticism? The bloody bus driver had me in tears yesterday. The fare was $2.40, and I only had a $10 note and twenty cent pieces. So I did what I could, and gave $10.40. So he only had to give me $8 change exactly. And yet he was so awful and rude and aggressive, telling me to read the sign about 'exact change' and it not being his problem - that if I didn't have the right money, I didn't get on, simple as that. I was shocked into silence, and I walked down the aisle of the bus, humiliated as people stared at me. And then I cried the entire way to Southbank. For god's sake, when will I grow up?
