Not 'worst' just a 'ickle bit freeky!
I remember a couple of drunken bus journeys home from town (just 30 minute hops really).
I'm a rather nice drunk really, I just sit quietly in my hazy state and gawp out the window usually.

The first one, featured two chav-ettes. This was before the term was coined though, so they were then known as "little fekkin skank moon-dogs". This pair were being loud and obnoxious as is the requirement of their ilk (think: little miss Jocelyns sketch, but white geordie girls). Long story short, one of them announces to the world that she's "ganna piss me nickaz" and proceeds to squat infront of the back seat and urinate on the floor. Unfortunately the route is rather hilly and this was not a discreet tinkle. Yes, the 90% lambrusco liquid flowed back and forth along the upper deck of the bus for the remainder of my journey. The odd thing was that it wasn't at night either it was like 5 or 6 o'clock tea time!

The second is a very sketch memory (a bit more drunk at the time). I just remember that there was a group of lads getting rowdy behind me and starting to thump something. It being winter, I felt an icy breeze on my neck, prompting me to turn and discover that they had kicked a window out (frame and all - just gone) and alighted "the spider man way". To which i shrugged and pulled up my collar to stay warm. It wasn't until I was reminded of events the followwing day that I remembered we were again (as usual - we were teenagers) on the upper deck of the bus.
I hope the bastards broke their ankles, that bus was freezing with a window missing.

Funnily enough, I could count on my fingers the number of times I've used public transport since I passed my test 9 years ago.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Tue 12 Sep 2006, 16:17, Reply)