OK, so I've had more than one incident of public transport trauma
As a student in Manchester living along Oxford Road, I happen to get the bus a lot. However, I rarely sit down on it, and soon you'll know why.

I was on the top deck of a bus back from uni one day, when I spotted a couple of Manchester’s finest opposite me:
A whale of a girl, who didn't look much older than myself, and next to her her half ton son who must have been about eight years old.
Both were gorging on McDonalds and being generally loud and irritating.

I would have mistaken them for brother and sister, but their relationship was clarified by words you don’t really want to hear on a bus:
'Mum, I really fuckin need a piss!'

An argument started to escalate between the two along the standard parent-child lines
'You should have gone before',
'I didn't need it then', etc.
But next came a line I never expected to hear,
'Well go in this then!'

The aforementioned 'this' was, a recently scraped clean McFlurry tub.

'Oh God.' I thought, 'He can't. He can't!!'
But apparently he could, and he did.

At this point, you might wonder what a person in the situation might do with a pot of warm piss.
Surely, they'd at least take it off the bus with them?
Not quite.

To the man who sat on the warm soggy seat, I’m sorry I couldn’t stop you in time. =(
( Completely Underwhelmed, Thu 29 May 2008, 22:04, closed)

but...but...
i used to enjoy bus rides home
now i'm scared :(

hold me.
=D
(quibble, Thu 29 May 2008, 22:07, closed)