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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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Bear with me here.
Here in sunny South Africa, the main form of public transport is a minibus taxi.

These taxi's are more commonly Toyota Hi-Aces and are never roadworthy. They are loaded way beyond maximum capacity which includes someone almost sitting on top of the driver.

There is a mix of people on these taxi's everyday;
The Driver is normally unlicenced and drunk or high on something. He (sometimes she, dunno which is worse to be honest) has no clue of the rules of the road. The manouvers include surprise u-turns (anywhere, even freeways). the desparate dive across many lanes risking thousands of rands in damage for one paying passenger of R5. Hoooting incessantly to either get attention from potential passengers or other drivers.
The Conductor is a little twerp who collects the fares and opens or closes the door for passengers. He can usually be seen half hanging out the window, whistling or screaming and shouting for passengers. when the taxi is full he stands hovering over the passenger closest to the door, about 1cm from his/her face. He will be the next driver when the current one dies.
The working commuter is a normal person on the way to work who for some reason tolerates this crap.
The school-going commuter is obviously a school kid with a massive bag taking up more space, which the conductor and driver dont care about, they still load that extra passenger.

Catching one of these sometimes results in a comical start or end to your day because of some maniacal move by the driver or conductor. Or it results in this.
(, Fri 30 May 2008, 8:05, 1 reply)
death on wheels
We got clipped by one of those, near Witbank, on the way back from dinner on my 16th birthday. It was dark, he had no headlights, and cut a bend at high speed. It took out the wheel and arch nearest me, another foot and I would have lost my legs. Smashed a mag wheel and the right front suspension. As it was, no-one was hurt, and my Dad limped the car home so I could change my underwear. The minibus didn't stop.
(, Fri 30 May 2008, 14:38, closed)

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