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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Greece (or something)...
This was years ago when I still holidayed with my dad. The two most popular destinations were Greece and Morocco so chances are it was one of the two.
Anyway we had to get a stupidly under priced taxi from our hotel to the nearest town, about 5 miles away (the taxi cost somewhere in the region of 78p if I recall). On the first day we hailed a cab, stated our destination and were happily on our way when the driver suddenly swerved onto a dusty track, through some kind of plantation, and came to a stop outside a very 'rustic' cottage. Where he proceeded to make signaling sounds with a toy ray-gun.
Now, being the simple eight-year-old I was, I saw nothing wrong with this route. It later transpired that my dad shat himself (probably). Balaclava, AK-47 and "just take all the money!" perhaps spring to mind.
Anyway, turned out that all he was doing was swapping shifts with his brother. Or something..
(First post, by the way.)
( , Wed 4 Jun 2008, 2:12, Reply)
This was years ago when I still holidayed with my dad. The two most popular destinations were Greece and Morocco so chances are it was one of the two.
Anyway we had to get a stupidly under priced taxi from our hotel to the nearest town, about 5 miles away (the taxi cost somewhere in the region of 78p if I recall). On the first day we hailed a cab, stated our destination and were happily on our way when the driver suddenly swerved onto a dusty track, through some kind of plantation, and came to a stop outside a very 'rustic' cottage. Where he proceeded to make signaling sounds with a toy ray-gun.
Now, being the simple eight-year-old I was, I saw nothing wrong with this route. It later transpired that my dad shat himself (probably). Balaclava, AK-47 and "just take all the money!" perhaps spring to mind.
Anyway, turned out that all he was doing was swapping shifts with his brother. Or something..
(First post, by the way.)
( , Wed 4 Jun 2008, 2:12, Reply)
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