
Tramps, burn-outs and the homeless insane all go to making life that little bit more interesting.
Gather around the burning oil-drum and tell us your hobo-tales.
suggested by kaol
( , Thu 2 Jul 2009, 15:47)
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Funnily enough, in a bus stop near Sainsbury's. I only saw him do anything but drink twice:
First time was when I was about to go into Sainsbury's, and there were two coppers telling him that he can't sit in the bus stop, and he'd have to move. Apparently this has happened multiple times.
The second was when he staggered onto the bus (E3). He was complaining about his left knee as he got on the bus, so I moved from the front seats to the one behind him. He thanked me profusely.
Then the stench came. The foulest fucking stench I've ever smelled. Everybody else on the bus was gagging, as at the next stop, he was groping a schoolgirl who was about to go upstairs. The driver called him up to the front, and the man was just complaining about his left knee, though pointing to the right.
In the end, the driver said he HAS to get off, else he's calling the police. He reluctantly moved, only going when he realised the bus wasn't going anywhere.
The driver just shouted at us to open the windows, apologised and requested that if anybody had deoderant, he would be obliged if we could spray a bit.
( , Fri 3 Jul 2009, 0:14, 2 replies)

So says Alex at any rate.
( , Fri 3 Jul 2009, 0:35, closed)
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