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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Croydon Special
A few years ago, I worked as a lickspittle in Croydon, and live in the only nice part of town (Brighton). One wednesday night, after a three pint after-work special, I boarded the express train back to civilization, without the obligatory bladder evacuation before leaving on the train. Five minuutes out of the station, Connex South Central (did they change their names to Herpes Ridden Donkey Rapists a few years back?) announce that all toilets on the train are out of order. Nature really calls, so I slide open the toilet door, and enjoy one of life's best urinations.....
I leave the confines of the train commode, and there is a guard waiting, who says that I will be charged with vandalizing Connex property when we arrive at Brighton (note - no harm was done to the train during this espisode). I smile, take a seat, and he stands next to me for the rest of the trip. We duly get off the train, at which point I smile again and say a cheery "Bye!" before legging it out of the station to the nearest watering hole, with the FUB of a guard shouting after me...
I was sure to wear dark glasses and a hat for the next few weeks of commuting.
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 18:21, Reply)
A few years ago, I worked as a lickspittle in Croydon, and live in the only nice part of town (Brighton). One wednesday night, after a three pint after-work special, I boarded the express train back to civilization, without the obligatory bladder evacuation before leaving on the train. Five minuutes out of the station, Connex South Central (did they change their names to Herpes Ridden Donkey Rapists a few years back?) announce that all toilets on the train are out of order. Nature really calls, so I slide open the toilet door, and enjoy one of life's best urinations.....
I leave the confines of the train commode, and there is a guard waiting, who says that I will be charged with vandalizing Connex property when we arrive at Brighton (note - no harm was done to the train during this espisode). I smile, take a seat, and he stands next to me for the rest of the trip. We duly get off the train, at which point I smile again and say a cheery "Bye!" before legging it out of the station to the nearest watering hole, with the FUB of a guard shouting after me...
I was sure to wear dark glasses and a hat for the next few weeks of commuting.
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 18:21, Reply)
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