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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For all that can be said about Liverpool
(and will be, I expect), the public transport here is pretty good.
I could tell you a few "nightmare" journey stories involving random acts of violence, wee-smells, tramp fights (less fun than it sounds) and the persistent fog of weed on the top deck, instead I shall share some of the fun ones.
A couple of weeks ago, a chappie got on and started singing "Build Me Up Buttercup." By the time I got to my stop, the entire bus was singing and dancing along, including students, a postman, the driver, a couple of old biddies, some chav school children and a goth......oh yeah....and me.
On a different occassion
I got on a train to visit my parents for Christmas when my mum's present "split" open (a bottle of bacardi). I bought a couple of cans of coke and offered the slightly scruffy looking guy opposite me a drink.
We ended up chatting all the way to Nottingham, he had previously had mental health/drug problems and been homeless. He'd managed to get his life back on track and re-established contact with his family. He was on his way home to see his mum for the first time in 12 years. He was great, a true bringer of Christmas joy, it made my Christmas with my parents all the more special.
Public transport is not perfect by any means, but every day I get to play on DS, get free newspapers, chat with strangers, read books and generally get myself in a good frame of mind for work on the way there, and de-stress on the way back.
Public transport - YEY!
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 16:17, 4 replies)
(and will be, I expect), the public transport here is pretty good.
I could tell you a few "nightmare" journey stories involving random acts of violence, wee-smells, tramp fights (less fun than it sounds) and the persistent fog of weed on the top deck, instead I shall share some of the fun ones.
A couple of weeks ago, a chappie got on and started singing "Build Me Up Buttercup." By the time I got to my stop, the entire bus was singing and dancing along, including students, a postman, the driver, a couple of old biddies, some chav school children and a goth......oh yeah....and me.
On a different occassion
I got on a train to visit my parents for Christmas when my mum's present "split" open (a bottle of bacardi). I bought a couple of cans of coke and offered the slightly scruffy looking guy opposite me a drink.
We ended up chatting all the way to Nottingham, he had previously had mental health/drug problems and been homeless. He'd managed to get his life back on track and re-established contact with his family. He was on his way home to see his mum for the first time in 12 years. He was great, a true bringer of Christmas joy, it made my Christmas with my parents all the more special.
Public transport is not perfect by any means, but every day I get to play on DS, get free newspapers, chat with strangers, read books and generally get myself in a good frame of mind for work on the way there, and de-stress on the way back.
Public transport - YEY!
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 16:17, 4 replies)
try getting the 53 from crosby to town
at 10 on a tuesday morning. packed in tighter than sardines, prams with screeching children and their ugg-boot wearing chav-scum mothers ignoring said children to talk on their phones to their mates, telling them about the sex they had last night.
this is why i've stopped going to the strand.
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 18:08, closed)
at 10 on a tuesday morning. packed in tighter than sardines, prams with screeching children and their ugg-boot wearing chav-scum mothers ignoring said children to talk on their phones to their mates, telling them about the sex they had last night.
this is why i've stopped going to the strand.
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 18:08, closed)
*click*
For your shameless optimism. That and the mental image of a bus load of people having a sing along to 'Build me up buttercup'.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 9:18, closed)
For your shameless optimism. That and the mental image of a bus load of people having a sing along to 'Build me up buttercup'.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 9:18, closed)
Great stuff!
You've put a big old smile on my face for the weekend with that one.
Just goes to show that world can be an amazing place at times.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 15:33, closed)
You've put a big old smile on my face for the weekend with that one.
Just goes to show that world can be an amazing place at times.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 15:33, closed)
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