You know those situations where you’re in a public place, say a cafe or on a bus even, and some complete nutter comes in or gets on board and starts asking if anyone has seen his camel lately.
It’s usually worse if you’re on your own. ‘Don’t come and sit near me for f**k’s sake,’ you might mutter to yourself. So what does this nutter do? He reads your thoughts and comes and sits down and you go on a real journey.
It’s not so bad if you’re in a cafe because you can do a runner. But on a bus…well, you could become a stuntman or woman, kick the window out and jump if you couldn’t bear his comapny until the next stop.
Later you might meet your pals in the bar and tell them how you met this guy who was radged.
There’s a definition of that word over at Urban Dictionary if you click on the link at the right, but this one is much more accurate.
But that’s not important. Aside from radged, we’ve heard people say that someone is puddled, one sandwich short of a picnic, not a full shilling, one can short of a six pack, that someone has missed their stop or indeed been on the wrong bus altogether.
These are getting stale to me. First person to tell me one I haven’t heard gets a black asterisk.
BTW, I enjoy meeting people who’re radged because I am myself. So step inside, pull up a stool and have a drink. Tell us what you know, or just make a totally new contribution to language.
Here’s one for you, Dan: “Rides the short bus.”
It takes a little explanation.
Here in the U.S. (I’m not sure if it’s this way in the U.K.), public school buses come in two different sizes.
The standard size is as you would expect. And the students who ride those buses are of the average, everyday sort (unless, of course, if you rode some of the buses I rode in the neighborhoods I lived in).
The other bus is the one that is, well, short. It’s kind of the size of an airport shuttle or something similar.
Those buses are generally dedicated for the “special” students, of which there are less and who don’t necessarily mix well with the general population. Hence, riding the short bus is a means to paradoxically infer that someone has more than likely missed the bus altogether.
Though I do have to say … As many times as I got my assed kicked on some of those hardcore buses, I had genuine moments (and I’m not joking) when I wish I could have ridden the short bus.
What is the standard by which someone is qualified to ride the short bus? Well, some days I certainly feel like I fit the checklist. Don’t we all?