I hate students, well not all students per sé, but the ones who don’t conform to student stereotypes. Specifically, the ones with cars. Narrowing this down, the ones with cars who decide to take the car to uni and park in the town somewhere. In the town somewhere being School Road. Yes, those students are the ones I hate.
I am a plumber, which brings two key issues relevant to this.
1) I work on the move, not in one, oh I don’t know, university for example.
2) I do physical work, carrying things that are heavy like baths, not just, oh I don’t know, record bags and one folder.
These things mean I prefer to be close to the area I’m working in, in this purely hypothetical situation, School Road. I don’t mind having to cross the road or even park outside the next house down. I don’t however enjoy leaving the postcode and hauling my tools and stuff to the place of work because of bloody students. In my day students were worried about saving the planet and/or screwing something. Shit, why are you people even going to uni before 9am??? Weirdos. Lose the car, buy booze, get laid and leave my parking alone.
In related news, I had occasion to go through the old aberdeen bit of the uni today. I got half stuck behind a bus. I could feel everyone looking at me. 
Those must have been the planet savers trying to destroy me with their looks. Ok so birds drop out of trees dead as I pass, but it’s my prerogative to drive whatever I want OK!
Bloody students.
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