The Honest Generation

I was on the bus today, coming home from work, and this woman got on the bus. She must have been in her late fifties, maybe early sixties, and she started asking the driver questions where he was going, whih is fair enough, so he told her. He was obviously going where she wanted him to, so she made to go and sit down. He gently reminded her that she hadn't paid yet, and she looked at him like he was stupid and said 'I've got a pass.' in a very snotty tone of voice. The driver was very polite and just said that he would have to see it before she could go and sit down, so she made this big show of having a hurt arm and putting her bag down before she could get her pass out. (A few seconds later she was holding onto the bar with both arms as the bus drove off quite happily, so her arm can't have been that bad). Anyway, she only went a few stops, and as she was getting off the bus she turned to the driver and was really snotty and nasty to him saying things like 'I'm from the honest generation', and 'you're obviously not an honest man to see dishonesty in me' blah de blah de blah. The rest of the passengers on the bus were like 'Oh shut up you silly mare, he's only doing his job.' What annoyed me most was the fact that she said 'I'm from THE honest generation', like all the rest of us were untrustworthy thieving liars. Personally I don't think there is such a thing as an honest generation. There are always going to be good people and bad people in any generation, people who will help others, and those who are out for all they can get and will try to get away with anything. There are just as many eldrly shop lifters as there are young ones, it's just the elderly ones tend to get away with it more...
Things to be grateful for:
1. Regaining my muse and being able to write again.
2. Not being so self obsessed and snobbish to think I don't have to show my pass when I'm getting on a bus because the 'driver should know I'm an honest citizen'
3. having my blog to write in to keep me sane (ish)