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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heatwave
was it 2005? oh well, there were record breaking temperatures.
i thought i had what were flea bites on my arm. i kept scratching at them when i thought no one was looking and assumed that one of them had got trapped in my sleeve.
by the time we boarded the train at london liverpool street, the number and the size of the bite marks meant that ... this was no flea.
i was allergic.
my wrist then began to swell. not only did i want to scratch and bite at my wrist, it had begun to grow in size and my watch wasn't fitting round my skinny wrist anymore.
meanwhile, the heat had climbed to such a point that the tracks were dangerous. the train started moving at half its speed.
then, the air con broke.
my arm was three times its normal size, it was the kind of heat which makes it unbearable to move and we were inching our way verrry slowly along the track with people shoving their heads out of the windows and gasping.
then my brother started throwing up purple chunks of sick.
hurrah!
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 11:11, Reply)
was it 2005? oh well, there were record breaking temperatures.
i thought i had what were flea bites on my arm. i kept scratching at them when i thought no one was looking and assumed that one of them had got trapped in my sleeve.
by the time we boarded the train at london liverpool street, the number and the size of the bite marks meant that ... this was no flea.
i was allergic.
my wrist then began to swell. not only did i want to scratch and bite at my wrist, it had begun to grow in size and my watch wasn't fitting round my skinny wrist anymore.
meanwhile, the heat had climbed to such a point that the tracks were dangerous. the train started moving at half its speed.
then, the air con broke.
my arm was three times its normal size, it was the kind of heat which makes it unbearable to move and we were inching our way verrry slowly along the track with people shoving their heads out of the windows and gasping.
then my brother started throwing up purple chunks of sick.
hurrah!
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 11:11, Reply)
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