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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Yup
On one trip, before they started the boarding group thingy and just went by boarding pass number, I was no. 20 or whatever. (I'm not a saddo - it was a business trip. The meeting had finished early, hence I got to the airport, dumped the car, checked in then partook of a delightful gourmet meal in the concourse).
The first group was called. That included me. Only the flight had been delayed a wee bit, so the proletariat were restless and apparently had decided en masse that normal rules no longer applied. I noticed that the woman standing next to me had pass no. 148 or whatever. I turned to her and said something to the effect of, "Last time I looked, 148 wasn't between 1 and 30".
Silly cow looked a bit sheepish, but said nothing and ignored me.
I rarely fly EasyJet now. I was in Munich a couple of weeks back and went by KLM, even though it meant a change at Schiphol rather than going direct from Edinburgh. It was only a few pounds more expensive too, and we got allocated seats, some free food and fewer chavs.
I wasn't paying for it, but even if I had been, I'd have paid the extra.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 22:22, Reply)
On one trip, before they started the boarding group thingy and just went by boarding pass number, I was no. 20 or whatever. (I'm not a saddo - it was a business trip. The meeting had finished early, hence I got to the airport, dumped the car, checked in then partook of a delightful gourmet meal in the concourse).
The first group was called. That included me. Only the flight had been delayed a wee bit, so the proletariat were restless and apparently had decided en masse that normal rules no longer applied. I noticed that the woman standing next to me had pass no. 148 or whatever. I turned to her and said something to the effect of, "Last time I looked, 148 wasn't between 1 and 30".
Silly cow looked a bit sheepish, but said nothing and ignored me.
I rarely fly EasyJet now. I was in Munich a couple of weeks back and went by KLM, even though it meant a change at Schiphol rather than going direct from Edinburgh. It was only a few pounds more expensive too, and we got allocated seats, some free food and fewer chavs.
I wasn't paying for it, but even if I had been, I'd have paid the extra.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 22:22, Reply)
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