I do this as it usually causes cola or hot coffee to squirt out his nose and that sort of thing amuses me.
So today I decided to try amuse myself by judging random
So it became the turn of 40-something mid-life-crisis balding man who'd decided to park his shiny black undercover cop looking car in the hospital bus lane. Even more interestingly Mr. Moron had parked right outside the sexual health clinic/morgue (okay so it's not one unit but it might as well be hidden behind the hospital and all) So I created the mind-story of how his mistress had given him and STD, he'd given it to his wife, she had thrown him out. So wanting revenge he had then strangled his mistress - which was why he might be there under police custody being tested for STDs and identifying a dead body at the same time. - Yeah I make stuff up when I'm bored, games, stories, conversations I've had with D etc. - So as Mr. Moron got back in his shiny black car I glared at him with my face all pressed up against the window of the bus slowly mouthing "I Judge You." It definitely freaked him out since he almost ran someone over in his attempts to get away.
Some of the journey was good though the cool cowboy driver (who I natter to) at one point in the journey had to mount the kerb and it's 3ft of snow to get past some of Mr. Morons
Stunt trick survived we then got back to admiring the scenery, one house had a HUMONGOUS icicle hanging from the roof all the way to bottom of the ground floor window. - Must Remember Camera To Take Picture - It looked like a jousting pole which has now made me a little nervous about the icicles hanging above my own front door and how no doubt my name is on one of them.
A delightful old lady was sat near me on the bus rating (to no-one in particular but I like to think we had a bond) which icicles were likely to kill people when they fall.
I now have this whole final destination image in my head of being garrotted and it ain't pretty.
Up till then I'd be thinking of how christmassy the house looked with all the icicles hanging off it, now I realise the reason my front door sticks is because my house is trying to kill me...if the icicles don't get me no doubt the weight of snow on the roof will cause it to fall on my head...or the bath will fall through the floor with me in it. But that's a worry for another day.