Buses in Alaska
You haven't lived until you've waited thirty minutes outside for a bus at -50.

Now, I didn't see this with my own eyes, but it was told to me, and given what I endured during the two months I was without a car last winter, I can definitely believe it.

Back in the pipeline days, the population of the town I live in pretty much exploded. It went from 10,000 folks to more than 30,000 in the space of about two years. Naturally, things got a little crowded around time. One winter, there was a crowd waiting for a bus, as usual. It was winter and sixty below, so everyone's bundled up, pacing back and forth at the stop in order to keep warm. Every square inch is covered, and you can't see anyone's face because it's covered in caked ice caused by breath condensing on every available surface.

The bus pulls up, and the folks outside line up to climb aboard. Naturally, it's packed full, so loading is a slow process. It takes a few minutes for folks to move aboard and find room. The line of boarders moves forward, but one person doesn't budge. After a few calls, the driver goes out and puts his hand on the person's shoulder. The person promptly falls over, stone dead. Sometime while everyone was queued up, the little old lady in question had had a heart attack or something and frozen standing up.
(FleetlordVT, Sun 28 Jun 2009, 12:15, 1 reply)

*clicked*
Nightmares for a month, thanks a bunch!
( ejlflop errrrrgs. Regularly., Tue 30 Jun 2009, 1:16, closed)