According to Google, that font of all knowledge, the dictionary definition of wacky is odd or irrational; crazy.
I prefer eccentric.
Certainly my dress sense has been described as veering on wacky on various occasions, but Friday evening, it seemingly rendered me batty.
Standing at the bus station waiting for a worryingly late night bus, I appeared to be labelled as batty and hard of hearing.
Amazing how a few drinks make everyone an expert.
And Swansea bus station by night appears to be batty central.
I voiced my worry about making a connection from the still to arrive night bus.
Big mistake.
The conversation went like this:
Expert: No connection at Gowerton, dear, you can't get to Gower on this bus.
Me: Oh yes I can, there's a connection at Gowerton.
Expert: You're on the wrong bus love, you want the 116.
Me: In daylight yes - at night, it's this bus.
Expert in loud voice to wife: See that girl, she's waiting for the wrong bus, she thinks this one goes to Gower.
Expert to me: And where does the connection start from then, you want the NAT bus, the 116, it starts here.
Wife of expert: Are you sure you want Gower?
By now I was losing the will to live.
Thankfully the bus did turn up.
As did the connection- all the way to Gower.
Fancy that...
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