Given that the exact same question is the current top post but for driving instead of transit, I feel this question was needed.
My answer: I saw some guys hooking up a Raclette Grill to the outlet in an otherwise empty German intercity rail waggon. They had it unpacked in one of these 4 person seats with a small table. No idea if that could work or if draws too much power from the board net. I just headed on to the next waggon.
Wholesome one this time.
I played a club sport in college. Nothing fancy and I was a fine but not top-of-the-roster player. Several of us rode the city bus to practice every day.
There was often a woman on the same bus as us. She obviously had some mental and physical challenges. She would chat with other passengers at times, and eventually figured out many of us were teammates. She started getting into it, asking us who was the best player and if we were going to win “the big game”. (There was no “big game” ever upcoming, it was just a question she associated with sports and asked frequently). One time she brought her autograph book and asked us all to sign it.
When we did finally play in a “big game”, it got posted on YT. So I showed her a bit the next time we were on the bus together. She was pretty excited and asked for another round of autographs now that we were TV famous.
She never came to a game, I think a disruption like that to her routine might have been really hard on her, but it was fun having such a non-judgemental, joyous fan.
That’s so sweet. What a lovely lady. And good on you for indulging her!
All the awful behavior in this thread, and then here’s you and your buddies just genuinely being good people for this woman. I love it.
Shown us the big game! If its still on YouTube…
The bus driver watching loud porn on his phone and cheering them on loud enough for the whole bus to hear.
Oh my.
Porn or Skype?
- Guy with his pants down furiously masturbating in the middle of rush hour. Caused a delay.
- Tweaker trying to grind on us til a BAMF lady with a tazer and a huge afro scared him off
- Two rival gangs threatening each other with guns. Police raided the train from both ends
- Masturbaters on the bus
- Delusional woman accusing everyone of touching her hair and trying to pick a fight
- Guy blowing off another guy in between moving train cars
- Subway surfers
- On the bus, guy kept saying “mmm gassy” while eating Chinese takeout and loudly farting
NYC is wild
Ok that is fucking horrible, but the “mmm gassy” guy is amazing
Cars catch a lot of hate, often for valid reasons, but I’ve never seen people doing this stuff in my car at least
Oh the city is saturated with batshit crazy drivers that have serious main character syndrome.
As a very recent example, I almost got mowed down at a crosswalk by a guy in a sports car who decided to floor it in reverse through a red light without looking, while turning
There’s virtually no traffic enforcement so people will park and drive literally anywhere without a second thought. I’ve seen ambulances and fire trucks get blocked in too many times to count.
…Is Subway Surfers what I think it is?
What… uh… what do you think it is?
Some guy wearing a large hoodie got on the piss-soaked train right before the doors closed. As he was walking down the aisle he stopped right in front of me, pulled out a Taser, and lit it up right by my face. Right after he opened up his hoodie like the RE 4 merchant and showed a collection of batteries, tasers, Bluetooth speakers and all sorts of other junk. He was the world’s shittiest salesman.
+1 for excellent storytelling
In the late 80s I ended up on a bus from North Minneapolis to South Minneapolis at around 9pm after a school play.
With me were my sister and several of our friends.
I’ll never know if this was in any way an out of the ordinary ride for the time and place. For context, we are all 13-15 years old, all white kids.
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A middle-aged black man holding a very small suitcase gets on and walks to the very back of the bus, sitting next to one of my sisters friends. Out of his jacket he pulls a few red roses and hands them to her. He then begins to flirt with her, angering other passengers and causing the bus driver to scream at him and kick him off.
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A fight breaks out in the front of the bus. Everyone, including the driver and the couple fighting, are laughing. Then one stumbles into the driver and they get kicked off.
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A drunk man comes and sits next to me and my friend Nick. Nick and I are chatting about a game, probably Warhammer Fantasy.
The man asks Nick for a favor.
“What?”
“Teach me your language.”
“What??”
“Teach me Russian.”
“I don’t know Russian!”
“Teach me anyway.”
That’s it. Of all of those I’m now sure the drunk guy was just deliberately fucking with us. But we also all made it home safely. Just a little window into 80s Minneapolis night life.
Ah yes, the ‘80s were a time of adolescence for big cities. New York especially. Fucking graffiti EVERYWHERE. It’s SO much better now, it’s ridiculous. Public transport is also quite a lot cleaner in general. From the late ‘90s until around 2010 I rode subways all the time for work during various times of day, and it was really not bad at all.
I remember on our bus ride to school we passed an old store that had, spray painted on the side, “Forgive them, Lord, for they know not what they do.”
Months went by and I’d ponder that a bit when we passed it, until someone updated the old quote.
“Forgive them, Lord, for they know not what they doo-doo.”
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Guy sets a bluetooth speaker down on a seat, and then proceeds to do a full gymnastic dance routine right there in the subway car. Plenty of “regular” dancing, but also handstands, hanging from the rails, spinning on the floor, walking on the walls, the works. All well-timed to the music.
Didn’t ask for money. Just got off at the next station. Dude just wanted to dance, I guess.
Two, both on the same bus ride:
Old guy comes on with a cart and starts selling cotton candy, with surprising success. 50 cents, and the rest of the ride people are just all enjoying cotton candy in violation of no eating rules (especially sticky stuff).
Girl, probably around 16ish, on a loud phone call with someone in regards to a boyfriend in prison with increasingly more depressing and dire details as the ride goes on except a random moment where she talked about Fortnite. We’re talking drugs, pregnancy, other women, and Fortnite.
Drugs, pregnancy, infidelity, and fortnite. The four horsemen
charge they phone twerk eat hot chip lie
I was taking the train to work and there was this homeless dude sitting there quietly scooping chocolate powder over his head.
Just using the little plastic scoop that comes in the can. Scoop, scoop, scoop.
He wasn’t hurting anyone, so I called it in to the transit authority when I got to my stop. On the one hand, I didn’t want anyone seeing a bunch of brown powder thinking we got anthraxed, at the same time, I didn’t want to be late for work. ;)
“Yeah, there’s a guy on the Westbound train quietly covering himself in chocolate powder.”
“What kind of chocolate powder?”
“. . . I dunno, Nestlé Quik? Does it matter?”
I love that they asked what kind.
The person might have thought chocolate was the color not the food.
Might have wondered if it was something that was going to melt.
Or they had a hankering for some Bosco.
Once I was working at a train station on a nice, sunny afternoon, and there was a fella on the platform with a sharpened bit of PVC just waving it about, threatening people. I did as I was supposed to, stayed in the booking office, told security and the train guards, etc, but I was telling people not to go down to the platform because there was a fella waving a sharpened bit of PVC about, and they were saying “oh don’t be daft”, “oh I can’t miss this train”, and so on. I for one would let someone off if they were late because a fella was waving a sharpened bit of PVC about at the train station, but everyone who lived around the station was an hard knock or something.
Once I was working at a different station a bit further out in the sticks, and I was watching the CCTV as the train on the down platform was letting out. I saw someone walk into the car park, duck down between two cars, and walk away in different clothes. Bit odd, I thought, but fine, they’re not causing trouble. Then a man came to the window and he was apoplectic: “some fella’s just got off there and now he’s got a dress on!” So I said yeah mate, I’ve just seen that on the CCTV. This man stayed there for at least a few minutes repeatedly complaining to me that this other fella had got off the train and changed into a dress. I found it weirder that he was so upset about it, honestly.
Once I was on the way home from work on Orangeman’s Day (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Twelfth) and of course the train was rammed. I was sort of looking around, surveying the scene, and this bloke at the arse-end of the carriage suddenly piped up: “fuck the pope! Wahehey!” which I found a bit bemusing, but it’d of course been a dogshite day at work so I didn’t engage any further.
I’ve probably got hundreds of these anecdotes if I could jog my memory a bit. I had a bit of a talent for straddling the line of acceptability when writing the reports to security, which got sent to every booking office, so I ended up with a reputation and the nickname Mad Bob.
My dude, I haven’t had this much fun in an accent since Ideal was on BBC.
Oh, and Johnny Vegas is from the neighbouring borough in the county I’m from, so quite apt.
Since its beginning, the Twelfth has been accompanied by violence between Ulster Protestants and Catholics, especially during times of political tension.
A beautiful celebration of heritage.
It’s basically the reason for the season as far as I remember!
On a bus from El Paso to Phoenix someone smoked a joint in the bus bathroom and got dumped on the side of the highway immediately after.
Two hours later on that same bus trip the bus got raided by immigration and I got into an argument with the officer that wouldn’t accept my ACTIVE, UNEXPIRED Military ID as a valid form of ID and started yelling at me for my passport (I have a Spanish last name). I threw my passport at him and told him to fuck off before I got my command group involved with his. I don’t know how that worked but he got real quiet and left me alone immediately after that lol. There were several people that were pulled off of that bus that night. It was overall pretty shitty.
It worked because cops are terrified of MPs. They know that the MPs can and will treat them the way they treat the normal citizenry.
This is going to get so much, unspeakably worse if Trump wins the next election and succeeds in his plans to forcibly deport millions of people. Of course the law enforcement agencies will “have to” check anyone who looks like they might be an illegal migrant, based on their ethnicity. Ruining the lives of not only the migrants, but countless American citizens as well.
People just pissing on the floor in NYC/Boston subways. Not really that unusual.
Never seen someone piss in a tram/subway in Stuttgart and we have an annual beer festival (the Stuttgarter Wasen) Here.
Not public transport, but a street parade on London. I saw a woman squat down, pull her thong to the side under her skirt, shit on the street, let go of the thong and continue walking all in about five seconds.
Saw someone poop off the red line train in chicago. Impressive considering he did it in the brief time the doors were open.
As shocking as it was to see, it’s far less detrimental to my mental health than the existence of a highway and the omnipresence of cars.
Dude on the train runs a successful business selling plain white socks. See him hustling nearly every day.
How much a pair?
I live in a city, Manchester UK, so I’ve pretty much seen anything you could think of.
- Fighting
- Pissing / Shitting
- Shagging
- Smoking
- Doing heroin
- Once saw a guy jump off the bus as he saw someone that owed him money, ran over and battered the guy
- Football hooligans being loud and obnoxious
- Racists being racist to people that look different to them
- people being arrested
That said I love living so close to a large city.
I live in the city and I never saw anything like what you described. That is horrible. It take not to never move to Manchester city.
It take not to never move to Manchester city.
Is this some sort of English English or am I having a stroke?
Also from the UK (also Manchester actually, literally on the Metrolink right now). I also have no idea what that person said.
That is not carefull French english with a touch of phone autocorrection.
Here is what I wanted to say: I take notes to never move to Manchester.
I was reading a book on the train. A guy had the nerve to come up to me and ask me about the book I was reading.
I have peeked at book covers as I’m always curious. One day someone was reading a book called The Arranged Marriage. The plot was hilarious when I googled it.
One thing I noticed when I first moved to Japan:
When you buy a new book (they don’t do this at used book stores), they wrap it in paper. Kind of like we did with our textbooks with paper bags back when I was a kid in school in the US. But they use nicer paper.
This means that when you take your book out, nobody can see what it is. Unless you remove the paper.
That’s interesting. I wonder why?
When you buy products that are deemed sensitive, such as condoms or tampons or hemorrhoid cream or whatever it may be, they also put that in a paper bag instead of the regular bag so that no one can see what it is.
Of course, I found this to be counterproductive because that means you know that person is carrying something “sensitive”.
Maybe with books, that’s why they wrap all of them?
