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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Good samaritan
A couple of years ago, my friend Jim and I were on the train home from central London after a pleasant evening of beer drinking.
On the seat on the other side of the aisle, a smartly dressed elderly gent seemed to be in some serious discomfort, unable to sit or stand without grimacing.
Being the public-spirited kind of chap that I am, I asked if he was alright and he asked whether I could help him.
How could I refuse? I walked over and he proceeded to lie down across the double seat before explaining that his hip joint had popped out of its socket.
It was then up to me to grab him by the ankle and pull - hard - more than once - until his hip was back in its rightful place.
I was drunk, I'm quite squeamish, and this was not the end I was expecting to the evening.
I still shudder when I think about the 'pop' as his joint righted itself...
And the old git got off at the next station without so much as a thank you.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 13:22, 1 reply)
A couple of years ago, my friend Jim and I were on the train home from central London after a pleasant evening of beer drinking.
On the seat on the other side of the aisle, a smartly dressed elderly gent seemed to be in some serious discomfort, unable to sit or stand without grimacing.
Being the public-spirited kind of chap that I am, I asked if he was alright and he asked whether I could help him.
How could I refuse? I walked over and he proceeded to lie down across the double seat before explaining that his hip joint had popped out of its socket.
It was then up to me to grab him by the ankle and pull - hard - more than once - until his hip was back in its rightful place.
I was drunk, I'm quite squeamish, and this was not the end I was expecting to the evening.
I still shudder when I think about the 'pop' as his joint righted itself...
And the old git got off at the next station without so much as a thank you.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 13:22, 1 reply)
What a cunt!
if anything deserves a thankyou it's putting your hip back in it's socket correctly.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 13:28, closed)
if anything deserves a thankyou it's putting your hip back in it's socket correctly.
( , Fri 30 May 2008, 13:28, closed)
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