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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Toe trauma
I fell asleep on a nighttime flight from Zürich to Bombay, and when I woke up, my wife was nowhere to be found. (This is before we were even dating, but that's not relevant to the story). The flight was fairly empty, so I glanced around at the nearby seats and found that she had moved one row up, and across the aisle. I stretched my leg out, and tapped her on the shoulder with my big toe. At that moment, I looked up and saw her walking down the aisle towards me, returning from the lav. Cartoon style back-and-forth of the head...if...she's walking down the aisle...then...who did I just tap with my toe...in the middle of the night...on a flight to a place where feet are considered quite offensive?
The old Indian woman who I had woken was not pleased.
Surprisingly, though, my wife has never given me the slightest bit of grief for mistaking an old woman for her.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 19:35, Reply)
I fell asleep on a nighttime flight from Zürich to Bombay, and when I woke up, my wife was nowhere to be found. (This is before we were even dating, but that's not relevant to the story). The flight was fairly empty, so I glanced around at the nearby seats and found that she had moved one row up, and across the aisle. I stretched my leg out, and tapped her on the shoulder with my big toe. At that moment, I looked up and saw her walking down the aisle towards me, returning from the lav. Cartoon style back-and-forth of the head...if...she's walking down the aisle...then...who did I just tap with my toe...in the middle of the night...on a flight to a place where feet are considered quite offensive?
The old Indian woman who I had woken was not pleased.
Surprisingly, though, my wife has never given me the slightest bit of grief for mistaking an old woman for her.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 19:35, Reply)
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