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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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Travelling from Swansea
As a student (yes scum of the earth etc) living in Swansea, I occasionally have to travel back home to Birmingham - usually to scrounge more money off the folks, or a gig. Both more often than not.
So first time going back home on my lonesome decided I'll travel back using National Express, probably be comfier than the train. Hop on the coach and grab a seat a few rows from the front behind the driver. Have my phone on listening to music, but relatively low and with earphones - as I am not a nob. So I can still hear the conversation between two old women and the coach driver when I hear him tell them:
"oh there's not a day goes by when I don't see traffic jams they're everyday *well obviously I think to myself, he's a driver nothing out of the ordinary there* oh and a hell of alot of car crashes nearly every day *again normalish motorway driving fine, okay I think to myself aslong as I'm no involved in the crash and I am one to rubberneck whenever theres a crash around* oh yeah I've seen a few decapitations in my days - heads clean off"
Now thats just something you do not want to hear before embarking on the three hour travel

On the same trip back home, was taking the train back from Birmingham New Street to my home town (aptly nicknamed The 'Ditch) sat listening to my mp3 player reading some studenty book which appears to make me look intelligent - but really that look of deep concentration and thought is infact utter confusion. Sat opposite a group of The Ditch's finest: ma-hoo-sive gold earrings, chewing gum with mouth open, hair pulled so tightly back and off to one side of their heads giving them permanent look of surprise *I'll never understand that look I really wont* blasting I believe it was "Soulja Boy" then start discussing locations within the UK
Skank 1: Wheres London then? I never know
Skank 2: It's just below Scotland 'ennit'
S1: So it goes Scotland, London, Birmingham?
S2: Yeah that's it

Ok paraphrasing but the conversation did go on for five minutes, when they realised neither of them knew were Dublin was

Okay not strictly relevant but I'm bored and work in 6 hours :(
(, Wed 4 Jun 2008, 1:00, 1 reply)
that's hilarious it really is
speaking of stupid chavs, on the way to the biology field trip to Wales last summer, one girl asked "is a welsh metre the same as in England?"
(, Wed 4 Jun 2008, 1:21, closed)

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