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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Strange Man
I get the train very frequently. Sometimes alone, sometimes friends are on it.
On this particular occasion, I was alone in a carriage largely by myself.
We stopped somewhere, and a man got on. He was carrying a laptop. He chose to sit next to me, which I thought was little odd considering the plethora of free seats on the rest of the train. There are unwritten rules about that kind of thing.
Slightly perturbed, I returned to watching the countryside whizz past outside the window. Very pretty it was, too.
After a while, I became aware of a noise over the crazy jazz spewing forth from my headphones. It was the man next to me. He was breathing heavily. I looked around.
JESUS CHRIST! HE'S WATCHING MEDIOCRE PORN! AND TOUCHING HIMSELF THROUGH HIS TROUSERS!
I nervously returned to looking everywhere but at him. I got off at the next stop. It wasn't mine.
( , Sat 31 May 2008, 11:52, 1 reply)
I get the train very frequently. Sometimes alone, sometimes friends are on it.
On this particular occasion, I was alone in a carriage largely by myself.
We stopped somewhere, and a man got on. He was carrying a laptop. He chose to sit next to me, which I thought was little odd considering the plethora of free seats on the rest of the train. There are unwritten rules about that kind of thing.
Slightly perturbed, I returned to watching the countryside whizz past outside the window. Very pretty it was, too.
After a while, I became aware of a noise over the crazy jazz spewing forth from my headphones. It was the man next to me. He was breathing heavily. I looked around.
JESUS CHRIST! HE'S WATCHING MEDIOCRE PORN! AND TOUCHING HIMSELF THROUGH HIS TROUSERS!
I nervously returned to looking everywhere but at him. I got off at the next stop. It wasn't mine.
( , Sat 31 May 2008, 11:52, 1 reply)
Hmmm....
Sounds a little like 'Mr Inappropriate' of TV's finest, Balls Of Steel
( , Sat 31 May 2008, 13:53, closed)
Sounds a little like 'Mr Inappropriate' of TV's finest, Balls Of Steel
( , Sat 31 May 2008, 13:53, closed)
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