SO bus drivers have been named as being among the unfriendliest workers in the country. I can’t agree with that at all.

In my experience, bus drivers, generally, are pleasant-natured, helpful when you are buying tickets and acknowledge the cheery “thank-yous” of passengers getting off.

The same, sadly, cannot be said of all of their customers. The vast majority of passengers, too, are kind and courteous, making room for you whenever the bus is crowded.

But there are a few, largely those with the vocal power of an amplified Ian Paisley or whose MP3s appear to have been turned up to a volume more fitting to the 02 Arena, to whom consideration is a stranger. But they are a very small minority.

So who are the most unfriendly workers? Well, I don’t know what they do for a living – all sorts of things, no doubt – but they can be found commuting to work in cars.

While most car drivers are well versed in the courtesy of the road, there is a certain type who turns into a selfish sub-species, probably called Commuter Moronus, or perhaps Commuter Totalanus, as soon as they get behind their steering wheels. From whence they show similar friendly natures to a charging bull rhino who has just been cuckolded.

These car drivers don’t let you out of a side street when an opportunity presents itself.

They jump queues on the Wessex Way.

And they use their horns with an enthusiasm reminiscent of Flashheart in Blackadder.

If you let a bus back into a busy stream of traffic you can almost guarantee that an arm will appear out of the driver’s window to give a courteous thumbs-up sign.

The equivalent friendly gesture of the bull rhino car driver usually involves a snarl and two fingers... or an imaginary horn on the forehead.