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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Some other poor sod's public transport nightmare...
I dread reading things like this, because I expect to see a story along the following lines:
"It was a pissing wet Sunday evening and I needed to get to Ibrox. So I asked a bloke standing at a bus stop chatting to his mate how to get there. 'Oh yeah', he said, 'get the 62 along to Partick, then hop on the Underground - it's two stops along, takes no time at all.' Except when I got there, the Underground was all locked up for the night..."
As he got on the 62 and we waited for the 205, I nodded an affable silent farewell and looked at the clock on my phone. 17:53. Oh cock. There was no way the poor sod was going to get there in time to catch the Underground, which shuts at 6pm on a Sunday.
I'm really really sorry.
Length? 30 feet, for the normal Dennis Dart...
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 21:31, 1 reply)
I dread reading things like this, because I expect to see a story along the following lines:
"It was a pissing wet Sunday evening and I needed to get to Ibrox. So I asked a bloke standing at a bus stop chatting to his mate how to get there. 'Oh yeah', he said, 'get the 62 along to Partick, then hop on the Underground - it's two stops along, takes no time at all.' Except when I got there, the Underground was all locked up for the night..."
As he got on the 62 and we waited for the 205, I nodded an affable silent farewell and looked at the clock on my phone. 17:53. Oh cock. There was no way the poor sod was going to get there in time to catch the Underground, which shuts at 6pm on a Sunday.
I'm really really sorry.
Length? 30 feet, for the normal Dennis Dart...
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 21:31, 1 reply)
The Glasgow Underground
Is a fucking shambles. 6pm on a Sunday??? That was lovely when I was working at Braehead - any shift finishing later than 5pm and it added an hour onto my journey home. :(
( , Wed 4 Jun 2008, 1:10, closed)
Is a fucking shambles. 6pm on a Sunday??? That was lovely when I was working at Braehead - any shift finishing later than 5pm and it added an hour onto my journey home. :(
( , Wed 4 Jun 2008, 1:10, closed)
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