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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Disability ftw
I attend Kingston University and live in NW London. It's only about 17 miles as the crow flies but on the most awkward tube/national rail system EVER it's like a 2hr journey.
During Freshers' Week I decided it would be a fabulous idea to walk along a kerb completely pissed. Fate thought it would be a fabulous idea to snap my ankle in half. I thought it would be a fabulous idea to walk home for about a mile on a broken ankle, being far too pissed to realise it was broken.
The next day I hobbled to hospital, got splinted up and X-rayed and was given a crutch. Within a couple of weeks I didn't need it anymore so resumed my full mobility.
However, whenever I make the home-Uni or Uni-home trek, often in the mornings or evenings where seats are scarce, I very often take the crutch I don't need. It's amazing how nice people are to cripples. I always get a seat.
The best thing is the look on their faces when I hobble off the train then collapse the crutch, throw it over my shoulder and stroll off, whistling.
Ticket to Hull pls.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 14:14, Reply)
I attend Kingston University and live in NW London. It's only about 17 miles as the crow flies but on the most awkward tube/national rail system EVER it's like a 2hr journey.
During Freshers' Week I decided it would be a fabulous idea to walk along a kerb completely pissed. Fate thought it would be a fabulous idea to snap my ankle in half. I thought it would be a fabulous idea to walk home for about a mile on a broken ankle, being far too pissed to realise it was broken.
The next day I hobbled to hospital, got splinted up and X-rayed and was given a crutch. Within a couple of weeks I didn't need it anymore so resumed my full mobility.
However, whenever I make the home-Uni or Uni-home trek, often in the mornings or evenings where seats are scarce, I very often take the crutch I don't need. It's amazing how nice people are to cripples. I always get a seat.
The best thing is the look on their faces when I hobble off the train then collapse the crutch, throw it over my shoulder and stroll off, whistling.
Ticket to Hull pls.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 14:14, Reply)
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