i was laughing my ass right up until you said he died... man, thats a buzzkill right there...Sulacu said:Not a bus but a tram, but I guess that's fine for the context, right? Anyway I just managed to board the last tram to the outskirts of town during carnival when a drunk and disorderly football supporter that was probably tripping on half a dozen narcotic substances howed in through the front port and, without warning or any sign of prior contemplation, opened his trenchcoat to reveal his naked form underneath. To add insult to injury, he started parading down the aisle while warbling the national anthem, urinating on the people as he went along. When a group of people stood up - me included - and the flabbergasted tram operator came to manage the situation, the guy dropped a log of shit on the floor in front of the irate crowd that one of the guys coming after him slipped and fell on, and without a change of pace or song, he nakedly walked right out the back port again as it was about to close, ambling back onto the street.
It made the papers next morning, because it turned out he was found dead two streets from where he got on, from an overdose not two hours later. All I can say is; all is forgiven, as far as I'm concerned. That and he didn't piss on me.
I got to agree with you. I live in Stockholm, Sweden and I have never seen anything bad on buses & subways and I have probably used them almost every day for about 10 yearsRasmus Emilsson said:Where the hell do you guys live? I took the bus almost every day for 11 years and pretty much nothing happened (medium-sized town in Sweden). Are there no parenting in your countries?
O_Olacktheknack said:Our bus drivers do not put up with much, I've seen girls get tossed off a bus for swearing.
However, our public train (which counts, as you can get on with a bus ticket) doesn't have a ticket checker or an overseer, just the conductor (who's in the front away from everyone else), so I've seen all types. Nothing really nasty though. The thing that sticks out in my mind would be when someone turned to me and did this.
http://data.whicdn.com/images/7684473/1288020362_smile-dog_thumb.jpg?1299386827
Seriously, stick that mouth on a guy with a skateboard and that's what he looked like. It basically acted like a shot of adrenaline. Then the guy got up and got off the train.
I had bad dreams. ;_;
Dude... thats just... i dont even have the words to describe how bad i even feel now that i know what you've seen.IamLEAM1983 said:I live on the south shore of Montreal and have to regularly cross over into Montreal proper for my classes and the research I have to do for them. The general campus area is a meeting ground and a hub for all sorts of people, hobos, stoners and generally freaky peeps included.
I remember taking the subway between Berri-UQAM and the Montreal Trust mall right after my last class for the fall semester, two years ago. I wanted to get started on my Xmas shopping, so I thought I'd just take a ride and storm my usual places. Indigo, Chapters, Coles, that route.
Well, there was this guy on the subway, I don't remember from which station, probably right before I reached the mall, but he was hollering across the train about how he desperately needed food. Now, we have beggars at every other corner downtown, just like for any other big city, but most don't really have the ability to wrench at your heart.
This guy, though? Because of his tone, how emaciated he was and how he kept involving God into this? Felt like he was stabbing me right in the heart. My cynical inner citizen kept reminding me that the odds he'd use that to go buy himself a couple grams of blow or just burn whatever twenty I'd spare into booze had me look steadily away and I came pretty close to bolting out of the station as a result - but still. Most embarrassing thing ever wasn't so much the guy begging for food; it was how he had somehow managed to put EVERYONE on the train out of sorts.
I felt it pretty keenly. Girls who previously chatted it up fell silent, guys reading tried to deafen out the guy with their iPods, the one Muslim guy seated next to me started mumbling out his Quran verses faster than he'd been doing, two minutes earlier. We all clearly felt like garbage, and here I'd been thinking I could maybe push into Chinatown and grab a Dim Sum for supper.
Took the wind right out of my sails for the rest of the day. I did shop and I did stop for food, but I couldn't shake off the sense of guilt the poor guy had forced onto me. I kept thinking I should've turned around, pulled out my wallet and thrown it at his face. "Fine," I could've said, "here's three hundred bucks. Go pig out in a Chinese buffet if that's gonna shut you up!"
And right before Christmas, too. Fun, huh?
Parenting in America? Ha!Rasmus Emilsson said:Where the hell do you guys live? I took the bus almost every day for 11 years and pretty much nothing happened (medium-sized town in Sweden). Are there no parenting in your countries?