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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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The Italian Gob
Some years back, I went with a group of friends to Tenerife for a week on a cheap package deal. I volunteered to drive us all to and from Gatwick. The week didn’t entirely go well and there was some friction within the group so, needless to say, despite having a good break most of them time we were all relieved to be going home.

Being a package deal, we had no control over the flight times and were on a flight that was due to arrive back at Gatwick at 2am. I was keen to get some sleep on the plane so that I was able to drive back at least marginally awake.

Well, that was the plan. Unfortunately the five of us were placed in two rows of three with the odd seat given to an Italian girl who was sitting behind me and next to my friend Mark.

The Italian girl decided that she wanted to talk to Mark for the entire journey and when I say talk, I mean talk loudly with her mouth and with her hands while having her knees jammed into the back of the seat in front of her, mine. So, no sleep for me. If it wasn’t yak-yak-yak I was shaken about just when I was about to drop off.

I tried to get Mark to shut her up but that didn’t work so I resigned myself to no sleep and sat it out. She somehow assumed that all six of us were now great friends and so was a little surprised when I looked like I wanted to kill her at the baggage carousel.
(, Fri 30 May 2008, 15:41, Reply)

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