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 lesson in Chivalry
Many years ago, when I were just a lad, I was travelling on the bus with my brother, dear ol mum and my Uncle.
Aaanyway, the bus starts to fill up and as properly raised little gentlemen (with our mum watching) we were sure to give up our seats to any little old ladies who wanted them.
Eventually its just my uncle and mum left sitting, and another old dear gets on.
My uncle stands and indicates for her to sit down, which she does. Then my uncle taps her on the shoulder and says, ''Oh, I'm sorry, I left my paper there and you're sitting on it.' So she stands back up to let my uncle retrieve his paper and, quick as a bunny, he slips back in and sits down again, nudging the old dear into the aisle.
'The next time someone is gentleman enough to offer you their seat, you be lady enough to say thank you'
The look on her face was priceless, and with most of the passengars (including mammy dear) supressing giggles the old bat got off at the next stop, lesson learned. :)
( , Wed 4 Jun 2008, 23:54, 3 replies)
Many years ago, when I were just a lad, I was travelling on the bus with my brother, dear ol mum and my Uncle.
Aaanyway, the bus starts to fill up and as properly raised little gentlemen (with our mum watching) we were sure to give up our seats to any little old ladies who wanted them.
Eventually its just my uncle and mum left sitting, and another old dear gets on.
My uncle stands and indicates for her to sit down, which she does. Then my uncle taps her on the shoulder and says, ''Oh, I'm sorry, I left my paper there and you're sitting on it.' So she stands back up to let my uncle retrieve his paper and, quick as a bunny, he slips back in and sits down again, nudging the old dear into the aisle.
'The next time someone is gentleman enough to offer you their seat, you be lady enough to say thank you'
The look on her face was priceless, and with most of the passengars (including mammy dear) supressing giggles the old bat got off at the next stop, lesson learned. :)
( , Wed 4 Jun 2008, 23:54, 3 replies)
I'd have just
wriggled in the seat to retrieve the (I suspect fictional) paper myself to give to him! Then again, I would have said thank you in the first place. There's just no case to be rude and not have basic decency.
( , Thu 5 Jun 2008, 10:31, closed)
wriggled in the seat to retrieve the (I suspect fictional) paper myself to give to him! Then again, I would have said thank you in the first place. There's just no case to be rude and not have basic decency.
( , Thu 5 Jun 2008, 10:31, closed)
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