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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I was that person.......
It was somewhere in the mid to late 90's (that part of my life is a blur), first tube out of docklands (may have been DLR) on new years day, after a World Dance new years eve warehouse type rave thing. Copius drugs had been taken by all.
The entire train was full of ravers, palid skin, wide eyes made entireley of pupil, all with over active jaws goin' on.
We pulled out from one station, and my gut decided that it no longer wanted it's contents. I held it, held it, held it, no good it was coming, so I moved off towards the doors, the train was slowing into my station, slowing down, coming to a halt, the doors are beeping, bleeeeeuuuurrrggghhhhh.
I'd had nothing but water all night, and just finished the best part of a litre of ribena. This was projected all over the inside of the doors, walls and floor a split second before the doors opened.
As the train pulled past me walking down the platform all I could see through the windows were drug enhanced dirty looks and retching folk.
Sorry everyone, but I was the purple puker.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 13:41, Reply)
It was somewhere in the mid to late 90's (that part of my life is a blur), first tube out of docklands (may have been DLR) on new years day, after a World Dance new years eve warehouse type rave thing. Copius drugs had been taken by all.
The entire train was full of ravers, palid skin, wide eyes made entireley of pupil, all with over active jaws goin' on.
We pulled out from one station, and my gut decided that it no longer wanted it's contents. I held it, held it, held it, no good it was coming, so I moved off towards the doors, the train was slowing into my station, slowing down, coming to a halt, the doors are beeping, bleeeeeuuuurrrggghhhhh.
I'd had nothing but water all night, and just finished the best part of a litre of ribena. This was projected all over the inside of the doors, walls and floor a split second before the doors opened.
As the train pulled past me walking down the platform all I could see through the windows were drug enhanced dirty looks and retching folk.
Sorry everyone, but I was the purple puker.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 13:41, Reply)
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