elizabeth gaskell has written what i think is the best representation of british culture: the bus driver thought i wanted to get on so they pulled over JUST FOR ME and i can’t possibly explain that it was a mistake so you know what? i’ll just get on this bus that’s leaving this city entirely and heading for the countryside, where i had zero intention of going today, for the sole purpose of avoiding confrontation
(yes i know he did just get pied off but still)

















