After our two and a half hour meal, we dropped by Marco's work and discovered that someone had tried to break in. Another person who worked in the building apparently came in at around 11 AM, noticed the broken front door, decided to ignore it and went on up to work without notifying the security company, the police or the building management company. Sense of civic duty, anyone? Wow. On the plus side, we got to watch the burglary team lady lift the fingerprints off the glass panel in the door. On the minus side, the Metropolitan Police now have our details.
The lengthy trip to the office meant we didn't head home until the buses switched over to the night schedule. We shuffled onto the 24 in a long queue of half-frozen grumpy Londoners. The last people to attempt to board the bus were two parents and their small boy. The father was on his mobile phone and had the nerve to ask the bus driver to wait until he finished his conversation before he paid for his son's bus ticket. (There was, by the way, a ticket-dispensing machine at this bus stop.) The bus driver loudly and with many expletives ejected him from the bus. I've seen this sort of thing happen before, but the best part about this incident was that after the doors closed and we lurched onward to the next stop, the driver got on the PA system and proceeded to relate the entire event to the appalled passengers.
"She call me rude, ha? When I'm trying to do my duty. If I had a child, I would buy a motherfucking ticket before I get on the fucking bus, you know? Is not crazy. These fucking people."
When in London, kids, do not fuck with the bus drivers.