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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It's a pain I know only too well...
I'm originally from Essex and go to Sussex uni, I must have made that journey lugging a rucksack the size of Switzerland about a hundred times. Disaster often strikes when I'm completely skint and have to head home for a free dinner and cash injection from the bank of Mum and Dad - I've got into the nasty habit of only having enough money left for a ticket to Gatwick, then having to bunk the train to some random station 'saahf of the rivah' where there's no ticket barriers to impede my progress. Two or three times now I've found myself wandering around Brixton or Loughborough road in the middle of the night with a bag full of laptop and ipod trying desperately not to look like a middle-class indie kid student while I search for some sort of bus or tube stop to get me back to the safe zone of the central line. Bloody horrible, and terrifying to boot.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 20:21, Reply)
I'm originally from Essex and go to Sussex uni, I must have made that journey lugging a rucksack the size of Switzerland about a hundred times. Disaster often strikes when I'm completely skint and have to head home for a free dinner and cash injection from the bank of Mum and Dad - I've got into the nasty habit of only having enough money left for a ticket to Gatwick, then having to bunk the train to some random station 'saahf of the rivah' where there's no ticket barriers to impede my progress. Two or three times now I've found myself wandering around Brixton or Loughborough road in the middle of the night with a bag full of laptop and ipod trying desperately not to look like a middle-class indie kid student while I search for some sort of bus or tube stop to get me back to the safe zone of the central line. Bloody horrible, and terrifying to boot.
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 20:21, Reply)
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