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Completely Underwhelmed writes, "I was on a bus the other day when a man got on wearing shorts, over what looked like greeny grey leggings. Then the stench hit me. The 'leggings' were a mass of open wounds, crusted with greenish solidified pus that flaked off in bits as he moved."

What's the worst public transport experience you've ever had?

(, Thu 29 May 2008, 15:13)
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Pubic Transport?
1)Huzzah! Fuck public protocols don'cha love it when you CAN get somewhere by going via the equivalent of the Underground?

2)On topic:

Bristol is well fucked up. First instance:
Back seat of the 9A, going upto Clifton [posh area of Bristol]. There's a mass of hair on one of the seats. It was crinkly and soggy. A tramp must have shaved his pubes or something we reckoned. The best part was when we got sworn at by a load of cider-swilling pikeys - a friend wears gloves, so she was well equipped to grab this infested folicle fuckery and lob at at one of them. It hit them. At the mouth. Score!

3)Bristol, again. Again, the 9A. This time our little confederacy were the culprits...
We'd travelled to Bristol for a 'mad mashup' weekend. Friday night and we're heading to our lovely Bristolian friend's house.

One of our mob had just been fired from his first job, wit a week to go on his contract. He was willing to admit he had not ben the best worker there, but he was no worse than any one else. Turns out he'd had a ferretine subhuman of a boss who'd basically crucified him and slagged him off - personally to boot with crap comments such as "what you gonna do now, go home and play nintendo?" and "you're a fucking cruiser" - when said friend had done overtime in evenings and weekends. There's bollocking a bad worker and there's being a tosser because you can. Profesional, this ferret was not in our opinion.

So we sat there plotting what to do for revenge, to cheer our mate up. For thinking evil is okayish, so long as you never actually carry it out. [Afterall, who HASN'T dreamt about murdering their boss while smashing their testicles between bricks?]

It got to the point where we'd have a 'Satanic ritual' on boss's front drive, in our imaginations. Then the pissed-off mate trumped us all:

"Leave a pig's head on the car bonnet in a magic circle!"

Two seconds later, a lass from oop narrth wins the basket: "It'd be even worse if he was Jewish eh??"

This old woman turns about and STARES at us all. Oh shit. :( Sorry if you read this, old lady. But we were rightly mad.


PS: We're not anti semitic or anything.
(, Tue 3 Jun 2008, 15:54, Reply)

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