Public Transport Trauma
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)
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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Not really traumatic... well maybe a little.
I was on the bus home from work one afternoon. Now back then, I worked on the outskits of Rotherham, but lived in the Doncaster suburbs. Naturally, this means the bus has to pass a few miles of open fields and small villages en route. Shortly after stopping on the outskirts of one such village, where your typical baseball cap-totting chappy gets on, the bus set off on its merry way, when suddenly some nutter in a full gorilla suit runs out of the bushes and straight at the bus with his arms flailing. The bus had already set off, and even if it hadn't, I wouldn't have let the guy on if I had a choice. As we pulled away, the simeonesque chappy stood at the side of the road yelling gibberish for a few minutes, and then ran back into the bushes, presumably to await his next 'victims'.
There was a few minutes of silence, then everyone just started laughing hysterically, and wondered what the hell was going through his mind.
I've never seen the monkey since.
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 16:13, Reply)
I was on the bus home from work one afternoon. Now back then, I worked on the outskits of Rotherham, but lived in the Doncaster suburbs. Naturally, this means the bus has to pass a few miles of open fields and small villages en route. Shortly after stopping on the outskirts of one such village, where your typical baseball cap-totting chappy gets on, the bus set off on its merry way, when suddenly some nutter in a full gorilla suit runs out of the bushes and straight at the bus with his arms flailing. The bus had already set off, and even if it hadn't, I wouldn't have let the guy on if I had a choice. As we pulled away, the simeonesque chappy stood at the side of the road yelling gibberish for a few minutes, and then ran back into the bushes, presumably to await his next 'victims'.
There was a few minutes of silence, then everyone just started laughing hysterically, and wondered what the hell was going through his mind.
I've never seen the monkey since.
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 16:13, Reply)
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