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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Where to start..
Let's start with a story that was my fault...possibly.
Usual thing, company night out in the west end of London, some seriously hard cocktails, not much lunch and no dinner.
Got to the Piccadilly line for my tube trip to Arnos Grove. tube was busy but I got a seat and proceeded to drift off into a drunken sleep... I vaguely remember how hot it seemed and how violent the carriage was shaking me as I passed out.
I woke up at my stop fortunately - yet the carriage was empty save for a mature Jamaican woman sat directly opposite me. My nostrils filled with the rancid smell of stomach contents and booze as I looked down at myself, covered in vomit, presumably my own as I had passed out and missed out on the event.
I looked up, feigning horror and the Jamaican woman tutted and sucked her teeth at me.
I felt utterly ashamed.
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 22:22, Reply)
Let's start with a story that was my fault...possibly.
Usual thing, company night out in the west end of London, some seriously hard cocktails, not much lunch and no dinner.
Got to the Piccadilly line for my tube trip to Arnos Grove. tube was busy but I got a seat and proceeded to drift off into a drunken sleep... I vaguely remember how hot it seemed and how violent the carriage was shaking me as I passed out.
I woke up at my stop fortunately - yet the carriage was empty save for a mature Jamaican woman sat directly opposite me. My nostrils filled with the rancid smell of stomach contents and booze as I looked down at myself, covered in vomit, presumably my own as I had passed out and missed out on the event.
I looked up, feigning horror and the Jamaican woman tutted and sucked her teeth at me.
I felt utterly ashamed.
( , Thu 29 May 2008, 22:22, Reply)
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