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Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 6:26 am Post subject: Public transportation horror stories
Anyone have any? I've been fairly lucky in that the worst that usually happens to me is getting shoved by some impatient douchebags. Nonetheless, I hate the subway/metro. Dirty and full of rude morons. _________________ Damian Lillard shatters Dwight Coward's championship dreams:
Loved the public transportation system in Europe. Worst experience i had was getting squeezed on the metro in Paris, but then again, there were beaucoup de jolies femmes. _________________ LakersCardinalsRams
Couple weeks ago, on his birthday, my friend hopped into a bus and the first person he saw was his baby mama. Both of them dislike each other and my friend got some court issue with her. So, his baby mama told him "I advise you to get off this bus." My friend ended up getting off the bus and waited for the next bus. _________________ (❍ᴥ❍ʋ) ʕʘᴥʘʔ (⌐ ͡■ ͜ʖ ͡■) (┛◉Д◉)┛( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
Back in high school, the road in front of the school would be jam-packed after 2:30 PM by school buses, passing vehicles, parked cars that are trying to back-up, students' cars, and the metro bus. And to make it worse, a traffic light on the nearby corner which cause hectic traffic during that time. Usually the metro bus comes late, which sucks because I have to be standing under the hot sun or be stuck in that tiny traffic for like 20 minutes inside a packed bus.
I take the metro bus and rail if I have to go to Miami. Usually, especially at the metro rail stations, there's a lot of people always asking for money. Ah, these petty ass con-artists. Always trying to get a dollar out of you one way or another. Though when catching the rail at the station near the county courthouse and county jail (back then, everyone got booked in County), at times I give some change to people who are trying to catch a ride home. I was in that situation few times before so I know how it feels.
Public transportation in Dade County is so inadequate. _________________ (❍ᴥ❍ʋ) ʕʘᴥʘʔ (⌐ ͡■ ͜ʖ ͡■) (┛◉Д◉)┛( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽
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Joined: 24 Jun 2005 Posts: 2500 Location: Inland Empire
Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 8:02 am Post subject:
Weird dude(possibly homeless or mental since lived near metro in norwalk) clipping his toe nails on the bus.
Thankfully my stop wasn't too far when this happened.
Bye. _________________ "This trophy removes the most odious sentence in the English Language. It can never be said again that 'the Lakers have never beaten the Celtics.'" -Dr. Jerry Buss (1985) R.I.P., 33 x M.V.O.
Joined: 24 Dec 2007 Posts: 35750 Location: Santa Clarita, CA (Hell) ->>>>>Ithaca, NY -≥≥≥≥≥Berkeley, CA
Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 8:10 am Post subject:
Conker wrote:
Back in high school, the road in front of the school would be jam-packed after 2:30 PM by school buses, passing vehicles, parked cars that are trying to back-up, students' cars, and the metro bus. And to make it worse, a traffic light on the nearby corner which cause hectic traffic during that time. Usually the metro bus comes late, which sucks because I have to be standing under the hot sun or be stuck in that tiny traffic for like 20 minutes inside a packed bus.
I take the metro bus and rail if I have to go to Miami. Usually, especially at the metro rail stations, there's a lot of people always asking for money. Ah, these petty ass con-artists. Always trying to get a dollar out of you one way or another. Though when catching the rail at the station near the county courthouse and county jail (back then, everyone got booked in County), at times I give some change to people who are trying to catch a ride home. I was in that situation few times before so I know how it feels.
Public transportation in Dade County is so inadequate.
During my first day in DC, some homeless guy came up to me in the metro. I must have flinched or something because he was said: "You don't need to be scared of me just because I'm black."
We had a brief conversation and then he asked me if I could help him out. I reached in to give him some money and he was like "That's not what this is about, man."
I decided to bring him to a homeless shelter and walked over to the train back to the stop where I live. He walked with me, but then at the last second changed his mind and instead asked me for money. I gave him a $20, and then he asked for $300 instead. I told him "no," and he kept trying to haggle for more. I should have taken the $20 back. _________________ Damian Lillard shatters Dwight Coward's championship dreams:
Back in high school, the road in front of the school would be jam-packed after 2:30 PM by school buses, passing vehicles, parked cars that are trying to back-up, students' cars, and the metro bus. And to make it worse, a traffic light on the nearby corner which cause hectic traffic during that time. Usually the metro bus comes late, which sucks because I have to be standing under the hot sun or be stuck in that tiny traffic for like 20 minutes inside a packed bus.
I take the metro bus and rail if I have to go to Miami. Usually, especially at the metro rail stations, there's a lot of people always asking for money. Ah, these petty ass con-artists. Always trying to get a dollar out of you one way or another. Though when catching the rail at the station near the county courthouse and county jail (back then, everyone got booked in County), at times I give some change to people who are trying to catch a ride home. I was in that situation few times before so I know how it feels.
Public transportation in Dade County is so inadequate.
During my first day in DC, some homeless guy came up to me in the metro. I must have flinched or something because he was said: "You don't need to be scared of me just because I'm black."
We had a brief conversation and then he asked me if I could help him out. I reached in to give him some money and he was like "That's not what this is about, man."
I decided to bring him to a homeless shelter and walked over to the train back to the stop where I live. He walked with me, but then at the last second changed his mind and instead asked me for money. I gave him a $20, and then he asked for $300 instead. I told him "no," and he kept trying to haggle for more. I should have taken the $20 back.
Joined: 09 Dec 2009 Posts: 4330 Location: Meeting the man who met Andy Griffith.
Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 10:18 am Post subject:
Took the bus once in the 7th Grade so I could go to the comic book shop in the mall. No one was home to give me a ride and I NEEDED the new issue of Wizard magazine more than I needed oxygen.
__Con List____/____Pro List______
Depression___/Awesomeness finding out my Venom comic went up 15 cents
Saddness____/"Free Evil Ernie Mini Comic inside"
Hopelessness
Life long scarring
Mom finding out
Getting grounded _________________ "The best there is. The best there was. The best there ever will be.", said Bret Hart regarding the Los Angeles Lakers.
Once while taking the bus in Berkeley some woman who might have been homeless (she looked it) and was definitely crazy spent about twenty minutes berating me, calling me a couple different ethnic slurs against Chinese and Asians in General, and accusing me of being involved in some grand conspiracy to bring down the US and that she knew I was following her. I spent the trip reading my book and keeping half an eye and ear out to make sure she wasn't going to go nuts and rush me with a knife or something. She got off the bus after a while and the guy sitting next to me said that he was so sorry that happened to me while I laughed it off. To this day, I still have no idea how she found out about the conspiracy...
Joined: 24 Dec 2007 Posts: 35750 Location: Santa Clarita, CA (Hell) ->>>>>Ithaca, NY -≥≥≥≥≥Berkeley, CA
Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 11:25 am Post subject:
mhan00 wrote:
Once while taking the bus in Berkeley some woman who might have been homeless (she looked it) and was definitely crazy spent about twenty minutes berating me, calling me a couple different ethnic slurs against Chinese and Asians in General, and accusing me of being involved in some grand conspiracy to bring down the US and that she knew I was following her. I spent the trip reading my book and keeping half an eye and ear out to make sure she wasn't going to go nuts and rush me with a knife or something. She got off the bus after a while and the guy sitting next to me said that he was so sorry that happened to me while I laughed it off. To this day, I still have no idea how she found out about the conspiracy...
At least she had an excuse for acting like that. I'm also Asian and have had many people shout slurs at me as they drive by. _________________ Damian Lillard shatters Dwight Coward's championship dreams:
Joined: 10 Dec 2006 Posts: 52624 Location: Making a safety stop at 15 feet.
Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 11:58 am Post subject:
mhan00 wrote:
Once while taking the bus in Berkeley some woman who might have been homeless (she looked it) and was definitely crazy spent about twenty minutes berating me, calling me a couple different ethnic slurs against Chinese and Asians in General, and accusing me of being involved in some grand conspiracy to bring down the US and that she knew I was following her. I spent the trip reading my book and keeping half an eye and ear out to make sure she wasn't going to go nuts and rush me with a knife or something. She got off the bus after a while and the guy sitting next to me said that he was so sorry that happened to me while I laughed it off. To this day, I still have no idea how she found out about the conspiracy...
Because crazy, homeless people aren't really either. They are undercover operators who weed out conspirators and traitors - they act crazy so people will never suspect.
Joined: 24 Dec 2007 Posts: 35750 Location: Santa Clarita, CA (Hell) ->>>>>Ithaca, NY -≥≥≥≥≥Berkeley, CA
Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 12:17 pm Post subject:
lakersken80 wrote:
Don't stand next to the platform where some crazy person could push you onto the railroad tracks......
I was walking towards the exit at a normal pace this morning, when some idiot came running behind me, yelled "DUDE, MOVE!" and then pushed me forward while he went around. There was nobody to the sides of me blocking him from going around.
I was unsure what the point of that was, or if I should have done anything about it. _________________ Damian Lillard shatters Dwight Coward's championship dreams:
Once while taking the bus in Berkeley some woman who might have been homeless (she looked it) and was definitely crazy spent about twenty minutes berating me, calling me a couple different ethnic slurs against Chinese and Asians in General, and accusing me of being involved in some grand conspiracy to bring down the US and that she knew I was following her. I spent the trip reading my book and keeping half an eye and ear out to make sure she wasn't going to go nuts and rush me with a knife or something. She got off the bus after a while and the guy sitting next to me said that he was so sorry that happened to me while I laughed it off. To this day, I still have no idea how she found out about the conspiracy...
At least she had an excuse for acting like that. I'm also Asian and have had many people shout slurs at me as they drive by.
That's probably because they somehow found out that you're CandyCanes.
Once while taking the bus in Berkeley some woman who might have been homeless (she looked it) and was definitely crazy spent about twenty minutes berating me, calling me a couple different ethnic slurs against Chinese and Asians in General, and accusing me of being involved in some grand conspiracy to bring down the US and that she knew I was following her. I spent the trip reading my book and keeping half an eye and ear out to make sure she wasn't going to go nuts and rush me with a knife or something. She got off the bus after a while and the guy sitting next to me said that he was so sorry that happened to me while I laughed it off. To this day, I still have no idea how she found out about the conspiracy...
I was seeing a girl that later ended up becoming schizophrenic. She was pretty normal when we were dating. That was when she was around 23-24 Maybe a little bit paranoid and slightly weird... telling stories about how her boyfriend had mob connections (yeah... I know, I was THAT guy) but she was Brazilian and had a bangin' body... so yeah... I don't think I even noticed.
Well, we hung out a few yrs later and by then she was around 26-27. She was exhibiting strong signs by that time. We'd be walking outside, and if a helicopter flew overhead she'd grab me and pull me inside somewhere so that we could hide from the helicopter. You see.... that was the KGB, and they were looking for her.
At restaurants she'd just start talking out loud, "I know that you hear me. I'm not afraid of you anymore." Then proceed to tell me that there was a hidden microphone in the place setting.
Joined: 03 Aug 2003 Posts: 2189 Location: In my skin
Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 3:19 pm Post subject:
I was on a bus that was held hostage, 45 minutes. It wasn’t life-threatening. I don’t want to give you that impression. It was a dude jerking off, but it was scary, son, it was scary. Because right before it happened, I was on the bus smoking a cigarette. It’s a long story. It’s not the coolest thing I ever did and people freaked out. “Sir! Sir, put that damn cigarette out, okay?” This is everybody’s air, sir.” I flicked it. I didn’t want any trouble.
And just at that moment coincidentally, this homeless dude, out of nowhere pulls his dong out, started beating off. And I was furious, because nobody’s saying anything to this guy. They were just looking like, “My God.” I was the only one on the bus that had the balls to say anything to him. It’s not even like I was brave really, it was that, you know, I was sitting next to him. I had to say something. “Come on, dog, you’re hitting my elbow. Stop. Son, just stop.” It’s all I said. I was – I didn’t want to say too much. Guy’s beating off on the bus means there’s something wrong with him. He’s not wrapped so tight and I didn’t want to push him over the edge.
Soon as I said something, all these dummies on the bus, now they’re brave. “Oh, he’s right. Put your damn penis away. I don’t want to see this anymore.” “I don’t want to see it either.” “Yeah.” Now, the guy flips out. “All right, everybody, back up, back the hell up. I tried to be nice about this.” Now, everybody freaks out. “Oh, my God, it’s a biological attack, oh” I’m caught in the middle. I can’t lose my cool. I said “Hey, everybody, just calm the hell down or you’re going to get me shot.” “Let’s all just be cool.” “Let’s do what this man says, so he’ll leave us alone.”
Now everybody gets quiet. “That’s better. That is better,” he says. And then he started walking up and down the aisles, just terrorizing us. And then he starts making demands. “You in the pink shirt, squeeze your boobs together.” “Oh, God, no, no” “You, stick your finger in your butt.” “Why? Oh, God, why is this happening?” “Oh, God, Oh God” He was working my way. Just that minute, I got saved, dude. I was so lucky. This other guy on the bus, he snapped. He lost his mind. I’ve seen it happen. He screamed out, “Rush him. He can’t bust on all of us!” And charged down the aisle.” And it’s like a movie. This homeless dude’s seen him coming. He shot one off. “Ahhh!” I dodged that ish like The Matrix!. And the guy behind me wasn’t so lucky, though. “No!” That ish was gross. It didn’t kill him, but it was – I’m sure that messed his day up.
You’re not going to have a normal day if a homeless dude busts on your forehead at 8:30 in the morning. That’s a wrap on the rest of the day. This guy was freaking out. “It burns! Ahhh, ahh, ahh” Everyone was standing around looking at him. Even the homeless dude felt bad. I guess he was finished; he came back to his senses. “Oh, this is my stop.” I said, “Relax!” I had to say something. “Relax” “Oh, I can’t. I got AIDS, I know it.” I said, “You can’t get AIDS from a homeless dude busting a nut on your forehead. That’s not how it spreads.” I don’t even know if that’s just true. That’s just what I told him, man. He was so scared, I had to say something.
Joined: 16 Oct 2007 Posts: 12388 Location: Deep Space 9
Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 4:25 pm Post subject:
cinimod wrote:
I was on a bus that was held hostage, 45 minutes. It wasn’t life-threatening. I don’t want to give you that impression. It was a dude jerking off, but it was scary, son, it was scary. Because right before it happened, I was on the bus smoking a cigarette. It’s a long story. It’s not the coolest thing I ever did and people freaked out. “Sir! Sir, put that damn cigarette out, okay?” This is everybody’s air, sir.” I flicked it. I didn’t want any trouble.
And just at that moment coincidentally, this homeless dude, out of nowhere pulls his dong out, started beating off. And I was furious, because nobody’s saying anything to this guy. They were just looking like, “My God.” I was the only one on the bus that had the balls to say anything to him. It’s not even like I was brave really, it was that, you know, I was sitting next to him. I had to say something. “Come on, dog, you’re hitting my elbow. Stop. Son, just stop.” It’s all I said. I was – I didn’t want to say too much. Guy’s beating off on the bus means there’s something wrong with him. He’s not wrapped so tight and I didn’t want to push him over the edge.
Soon as I said something, all these dummies on the bus, now they’re brave. “Oh, he’s right. Put your damn penis away. I don’t want to see this anymore.” “I don’t want to see it either.” “Yeah.” Now, the guy flips out. “All right, everybody, back up, back the hell up. I tried to be nice about this.” Now, everybody freaks out. “Oh, my God, it’s a biological attack, oh” I’m caught in the middle. I can’t lose my cool. I said “Hey, everybody, just calm the hell down or you’re going to get me shot.” “Let’s all just be cool.” “Let’s do what this man says, so he’ll leave us alone.”
Now everybody gets quiet. “That’s better. That is better,” he says. And then he started walking up and down the aisles, just terrorizing us. And then he starts making demands. “You in the pink shirt, squeeze your boobs together.” “Oh, God, no, no” “You, stick your finger in your butt.” “Why? Oh, God, why is this happening?” “Oh, God, Oh God” He was working my way. Just that minute, I got saved, dude. I was so lucky. This other guy on the bus, he snapped. He lost his mind. I’ve seen it happen. He screamed out, “Rush him. He can’t bust on all of us!” And charged down the aisle.” And it’s like a movie. This homeless dude’s seen him coming. He shot one off. “Ahhh!” I dodged that ish like The Matrix!. And the guy behind me wasn’t so lucky, though. “No!” That ish was gross. It didn’t kill him, but it was – I’m sure that messed his day up.
You’re not going to have a normal day if a homeless dude busts on your forehead at 8:30 in the morning. That’s a wrap on the rest of the day. This guy was freaking out. “It burns! Ahhh, ahh, ahh” Everyone was standing around looking at him. Even the homeless dude felt bad. I guess he was finished; he came back to his senses. “Oh, this is my stop.” I said, “Relax!” I had to say something. “Relax” “Oh, I can’t. I got AIDS, I know it.” I said, “You can’t get AIDS from a homeless dude busting a nut on your forehead. That’s not how it spreads.” I don’t even know if that’s just true. That’s just what I told him, man. He was so scared, I had to say something.
Joined: 17 Feb 2002 Posts: 14876 Location: Reseda, CA
Posted: Tue Nov 18, 2014 4:40 pm Post subject:
cinimod wrote:
I was on a bus that was held hostage, 45 minutes. It wasn’t life-threatening. I don’t want to give you that impression. It was a dude jerking off, but it was scary, son, it was scary. Because right before it happened, I was on the bus smoking a cigarette. It’s a long story. It’s not the coolest thing I ever did and people freaked out. “Sir! Sir, put that damn cigarette out, okay?” This is everybody’s air, sir.” I flicked it. I didn’t want any trouble.
And just at that moment coincidentally, this homeless dude, out of nowhere pulls his dong out, started beating off. And I was furious, because nobody’s saying anything to this guy. They were just looking like, “My God.” I was the only one on the bus that had the balls to say anything to him. It’s not even like I was brave really, it was that, you know, I was sitting next to him. I had to say something. “Come on, dog, you’re hitting my elbow. Stop. Son, just stop.” It’s all I said. I was – I didn’t want to say too much. Guy’s beating off on the bus means there’s something wrong with him. He’s not wrapped so tight and I didn’t want to push him over the edge.
Soon as I said something, all these dummies on the bus, now they’re brave. “Oh, he’s right. Put your damn penis away. I don’t want to see this anymore.” “I don’t want to see it either.” “Yeah.” Now, the guy flips out. “All right, everybody, back up, back the hell up. I tried to be nice about this.” Now, everybody freaks out. “Oh, my God, it’s a biological attack, oh” I’m caught in the middle. I can’t lose my cool. I said “Hey, everybody, just calm the hell down or you’re going to get me shot.” “Let’s all just be cool.” “Let’s do what this man says, so he’ll leave us alone.”
Now everybody gets quiet. “That’s better. That is better,” he says. And then he started walking up and down the aisles, just terrorizing us. And then he starts making demands. “You in the pink shirt, squeeze your boobs together.” “Oh, God, no, no” “You, stick your finger in your butt.” “Why? Oh, God, why is this happening?” “Oh, God, Oh God” He was working my way. Just that minute, I got saved, dude. I was so lucky. This other guy on the bus, he snapped. He lost his mind. I’ve seen it happen. He screamed out, “Rush him. He can’t bust on all of us!” And charged down the aisle.” And it’s like a movie. This homeless dude’s seen him coming. He shot one off. “Ahhh!” I dodged that ish like The Matrix!. And the guy behind me wasn’t so lucky, though. “No!” That ish was gross. It didn’t kill him, but it was – I’m sure that messed his day up.
You’re not going to have a normal day if a homeless dude busts on your forehead at 8:30 in the morning. That’s a wrap on the rest of the day. This guy was freaking out. “It burns! Ahhh, ahh, ahh” Everyone was standing around looking at him. Even the homeless dude felt bad. I guess he was finished; he came back to his senses. “Oh, this is my stop.” I said, “Relax!” I had to say something. “Relax” “Oh, I can’t. I got AIDS, I know it.” I said, “You can’t get AIDS from a homeless dude busting a nut on your forehead. That’s not how it spreads.” I don’t even know if that’s just true. That’s just what I told him, man. He was so scared, I had to say something.
Joined: 15 Nov 2006 Posts: 19854 Location: Prarie & Manchester, high above the western sideline
Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 5:02 am Post subject:
Put San Quentin's genpop cell block on wheels.
Give it a route through 22 miles of some of the most repulsive ghettos in the country, and make it so that it takes 2+ hours from start to finish on a good day, and by a good day, I mean any day during which the train isn't stopped by the police for another hour because of a stabbing or someone smoking crack.
Clog the air vents with cool ranch doritos and all matter shoveled out of the large mammal enclosures at the zoo to give the ride its signature scent.
Have schizophrenic bag ladies sometimes block the doorways with giant 1970s suitcases overstuffed with everything in the world except a bar of soap and clean underwear.
When I used to work in Downtown Chicago, I would take the bus back home. The good old "Jeffrey Express" from State St. via Lake Shore Dr. to Hyde Park.
Anyways, it was early winter, and one evening, there was a huge blizzard. I'm talking 5 inches of snow an hour type stuff. The number of people waiting at the bus stop was huge and it was chaos just trying to get on board. I missed the first two buses, and was finally able to get on board the third when the mofo bus driver closed the folding door on me. I was furious...and kicked the bottom of the door as the bus pulled off. My kick cracked the glass on the door in a circular pattern. It was hard too tell with all the snow though. I didn't feel bad...zero remorse.
Give it a route through 22 miles of some of the most repulsive ghettos in the country, and make it so that it takes 2+ hours from start to finish on a good day, and by a good day, I mean any day during which the train isn't stopped by the police for another hour because of a stabbing or someone smoking crack.
Clog the air vents with cool ranch doritos and all matter shoveled out of the large mammal enclosures at the zoo to give the ride its signature scent.
Have schizophrenic bag ladies sometimes block the doorways with giant 1970s suitcases overstuffed with everything in the world except a bar of soap and clean underwear.
Don't enforce fares, ever.
The LA Metro Blue Line
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Hahaha funny this is a topic because I have one actually... When I was about 16 my sister and I would take the bus to a friends every Friday. About half way through the 40 min ride these 3 kinda hippy thug looking kids (1guy and 2 girls) well they sat behind us. I didn't pay much mind to them as we were just minding our business listening and sharing iPod headphones. They got off the stop before but before they got off the guy elbows me as hard as he could busting my eye open. As he gets off and it happened so fast I didn't even have time to react but I'm looking at him through the window in shock and this kid looked like . I was So confused onto why he did it and I will never know. My thoughts are : 1. He thought I gave them some sorta look that he didn't like. 2. He over heard our music and disliked it lol 3. There's something I did that he didnt like and he actually knows of me. 4. He's just a punk and coward.
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