Happy f-ing Valentines Mr. Magic busdriver!!

I'm going to try and write about Valentines day without sounding bitter. Without caring about the fact that I never once in my life received a card (at least not a sincere one) and the fact that I never been on a date on valentines day.
I started the day thinking I was just going to try and 'spread' the love. Smiling at people and just being generally happy trying to effect people with it. It worked, shortly, when I smiled at an old lady crossing the street and she smiled back at me. This took me by surprise a little bit, because so far I have not had any response when trying to smile friendly to the people on the street. Generally I think, people here just avoid I contact at all. Not that in Holland everybody says hello to random persons walking by. But still people just seem to be a tad more distance.
The passed without any special happenings. Except for one of my American sending me a happy valentines text. It's sweet, I really appreciate it. But it doens't count because he doesn't like girls.
Admittedly I didn't really expect anything to happen. But still you know this crazy girly/romantic side is always aware of the fact that it is bloody valentines day. It's stupid I know, because there's nothing to it.
Okay time out I'm starting to sound bitter again.
It was a day like any other, just a plain old tuesday. On which I happened to have tickets to go and see Isobell Campbell together with my British mate. I had been looking forward to this ever since I bought the tickets! Amazing, seeign Isobell campbell, oh wait I guess I should update everybody who doens't know who she is. Isobell Campbell used to be a member of Belle and Sebastian, she has an amazingly sweet voice.
And so I left the house to hop on the bus to picadilly gardens (downtown bus station). I had yet to buy a weekly ticket so the first bus to come was pretty much going to be the lucky company to have me as a customer for the next week. It was a magic bus, and no I don't mean it was a magical bus, it was the bus company called 'magic bus'. I got on it and asked the driver if I could get 'a weekly ticket, please'. The reply was not as I expected; 'How much do you want?', the busdriver snapped at me. 'A two pound pass please', I told him. Apparantly the magic bus had several kind of passes, and apparantly the busdriver got very agitated because I didn't specify enough. I apolagized for my ignorance and told him that I didn't know that a weekly ticket could entail several kinds of passes. It was not enough; he showed me the stack of different kinds of passes to point out what I had already come to understand. 'I'm sorry, didn't know that' I told him 'How many times do you want me to apolagize?', it was me who was getting agitated at this point. It was Valentines day, where is the love? He gave me my pass, I went to find a seat. Happy f-ing Valentines day, I muttered underneath my breath.
Great, now the f-ing busdriver had spoiled my mood. I was actually quite happy considering the circumstances, but it had dissapeared like a candybar in the hands of a child. Yes that's right the busdriver had swallowed my mood whole, like a big grumpy monster.
Luckily, I didn't linger on it. I decided I'd let him sit and rot in his pile of anger. I had a nice prospective; Isobell Campbell. And how right was I looking forward too it. Not only were both of the supporting bands really good (The Superkings and Jenniferever), but Isobell Campbell was the bright light on a dark Valentines day (sounding bitter, I know). Her gig was just amazing, I wouldn't have wanted to miss it for the world. Not even if the hottest guy had come up to me and asked me out for the night. Okay it would've been a difficult and very stupid decission, but hey I guess I love music more (it's sad I know, but at least it's not bitter :P).