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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^ This is true
The rough as a badger's arse bit, that is. Tourette's is very well-to-do.
There were three of them - an older hag of a woman, plus two younger ones. The one I assume was the youngest, who could have been quite bonny were it not for the bad skin and teeth, was the worse for wear, and could only communicate by using a series of grunts and whistles.
Honestly, it was all "Haaargh, huh, grrrar, whistle, gruuuur, grrr, aaargh".
Plus she was wearing a pair of jeans that slipped way down below her hips, and sat with her arse on display to all and sundry. Which would have been fine if it weren't a baking hot day - her crease got distinctly redder and redder in the couple of hours we were sat there. She was literally burning her livelihood as we watched...
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 22:37, Reply)
The rough as a badger's arse bit, that is. Tourette's is very well-to-do.
There were three of them - an older hag of a woman, plus two younger ones. The one I assume was the youngest, who could have been quite bonny were it not for the bad skin and teeth, was the worse for wear, and could only communicate by using a series of grunts and whistles.
Honestly, it was all "Haaargh, huh, grrrar, whistle, gruuuur, grrr, aaargh".
Plus she was wearing a pair of jeans that slipped way down below her hips, and sat with her arse on display to all and sundry. Which would have been fine if it weren't a baking hot day - her crease got distinctly redder and redder in the couple of hours we were sat there. She was literally burning her livelihood as we watched...
( , Tue 3 Jun 2008, 22:37, Reply)
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