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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A mates stag night
and for some reason we went on a train from Glasgow to Edinburgh after pouring as many different drinks as possible down his neck.
Its a reasonably long journey. Long enough for him to leave what looked like a pile of baby sick in the middle of the isle.
As quick as a flash, one of the guys runs to the end of the carriage, through the adjoining doors to the next one and catches the ticket inspector, who had been wandering up and down the train, just before he entered the carriage. He managed to keep him there the rest of the way (which was about half an hour) by chatting away with him.
As soon as we got in to Edinburgh, we offloaded our mate as soon as possible (and so we could get some air as it was getting a tad strong in there). Someone managed to blame the bloke sleeping in the next row of seats when the guard did eventually enter. Luckily the sleeper was drunk as a skunk too.
( , Wed 4 Jun 2008, 22:05, Reply)
and for some reason we went on a train from Glasgow to Edinburgh after pouring as many different drinks as possible down his neck.
Its a reasonably long journey. Long enough for him to leave what looked like a pile of baby sick in the middle of the isle.
As quick as a flash, one of the guys runs to the end of the carriage, through the adjoining doors to the next one and catches the ticket inspector, who had been wandering up and down the train, just before he entered the carriage. He managed to keep him there the rest of the way (which was about half an hour) by chatting away with him.
As soon as we got in to Edinburgh, we offloaded our mate as soon as possible (and so we could get some air as it was getting a tad strong in there). Someone managed to blame the bloke sleeping in the next row of seats when the guard did eventually enter. Luckily the sleeper was drunk as a skunk too.
( , Wed 4 Jun 2008, 22:05, Reply)
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