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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On the plane
Did I tell you about the time I was flying long haul from South Africa to London on BA? Well somewhere over the Congo about 22 000ft up I noticed a kerfuffle behind me. It was lights out time and a man had summoned the stewardess and they were having an animated conversation. Then I noticed it on the floor....A perfectly formed log of poo. It was rolling around with the gentle movement of the plane and had somehow made it's own way down the aisle without being disturbed.
Cue a heated discussion in the galley over who was going to clean it up which finally resulted in a pretty blonde thing arriving with massive rubber gloves and a tissue. That is officially the closest I've ever got to a scat experience&I'm happy to report I didn't get turned on. Yaaa, I'm not a weirdo.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 11:57, Reply)
Did I tell you about the time I was flying long haul from South Africa to London on BA? Well somewhere over the Congo about 22 000ft up I noticed a kerfuffle behind me. It was lights out time and a man had summoned the stewardess and they were having an animated conversation. Then I noticed it on the floor....A perfectly formed log of poo. It was rolling around with the gentle movement of the plane and had somehow made it's own way down the aisle without being disturbed.
Cue a heated discussion in the galley over who was going to clean it up which finally resulted in a pretty blonde thing arriving with massive rubber gloves and a tissue. That is officially the closest I've ever got to a scat experience&I'm happy to report I didn't get turned on. Yaaa, I'm not a weirdo.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 11:57, Reply)
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