The joys of of the bus trip...
A trip to Paris, everyone has survived the week with only the expected minor missing children incidents and so on, everyoen hops on the bus ready for the journey home. As the bus had just set off, the driver hadn't thought to make sure the toilet was working (and who actually uses them?)

Cue *that* kid - the annoying one who dosen't stop whining, or trying to get your attention for something irrelevant and always with his head stuck in a book - dissappearing off to the wee loo with his book ten minutes into the journey

Gradually possibly the morst horrific smell started filtering out, building up in potency over a good ten minutes into one of the worst smells ever encountered, think about how one of those wee stink bombs would smell if it was broken inside a rotting carcass of some sort, then double it.

We had to check on the guy at this point, to make sure he was still alive and hadn't passed out midway through a page of his book through the potency of the smell confined in a tiny wee box, as he had been in there a fair time by then.

It was very lucky nobody actually threw up on the bus at that point, a few were *very* close to it though such was the force of the smell

David
(442, Tue 12 Dec 2006, 20:53, Reply)