Oh so many
I suggested this ages ago and no-one seemed to pay any attention? But hey, it's not like I'm going to go and set fire to some servers or anything in retaliation....

Anyway, I hate public transport in pretty much all it's guises. An interesting exception was when I was on a plane last year, which was the first time in a decade that I had been on a plane. I was actually like an excited little schoolboy, giggling as we went down the runway taking off. Planes are awesome.

Really awesome.

So lets start with buses:
1) The bus driver audibly scowling at me one day when I only had a five pound note and dared to get on the bus with it. Seeing as it was that, or walk for about an hour in the pouring rain, I chose the bus.
If it had been dry, I bet he would have made me walk.
2) Old people. Especially one particular old man who often seems to be on the bus into town, and sits near the front on one of the sideways seats. He seems to enjoy taunting people with his walking stick, blocking the aisle, then unblocking it, then blocking it again just as someone tries to get passed. Tubeface.
3) The nedz, with the crap music on the stolen phones. Is the music good? No. Do I want to hear it? Once again, no. I would like few things more than to through them through the windscreen of the moving bus so they then got run over by it.

Trains:
4/D) The drunk guy at 9am who wouldn't stop asking me about my backpack. "Wow, that's a really nice backpack. Is that a 50 litre?"
Yes. Yes it is. I presume you got that from the fact that is says '50 litres' in reasonably large letters across the front.
He scared me quite a lot, and I thought he was going to steal my bag at the next stop.
He was drinking Buckfast. Classy.
5/E/v) The kids who have been previously mentioned here. I wanted to hurt them more than Bert wants to hurt Ernie.
76) People who sit right opposite me at tables, meaning that I have no legroom. The train is mostly empty, there are lots of seats. They could sit diagonally opposite me at the table, but oh no, they must sit opposite me, meaning I can't feel my legs for the entire journey. Just as well really, or I would kick them.

So what have we learned from this? I hate public transport. Hate it lots.

Sorry for my massive length.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Tue 3 Jun 2008, 20:12, Reply)