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Most of us have ridden a form of public transit and had an experience of some kind ranging from good to gross. Please post your favorite tales here. For your health. There's a guy at the 125 street stop on the abcd in New York that usually has impeccable timing for his sermons. He stands on the uptown platform and begins anew when the doors open and usually gets out "and god loves you" annunciated perfectly right as the doors close. There was a man who may have been homeless sat across from me with an opaque bottle of "juice" and released a fine odor of urine. This man was taking swigs from this bottle and ranting about several topics. At one point he says to some lady "I bet your daddy's got money, my parents are dead!" It took all I had to remain composed.
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Apr 10, 2015 04:50
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I rarely take public transport. I would rather, and often do, drink drive. But when I do find myself on a bus or a train, I'm usually shitfaced and just try to enjoy or ignore the other people.
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Apr 13, 2015 22:37
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Automatic Retard posted:I rarely take public transport. I would rather, and often do, drink drive.
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Apr 13, 2015 23:07
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I took the tram to work every day for 2 years and then broke my leg getting off it one day because of ice on the platform and now I'm going to finally get a car. There you go.
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Apr 13, 2015 23:13
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My story is somewhat tame compared to was is probably to come, but is still strange to me non the less. When I was 12, I had this rough looking (possibly homeless) guy sitting next to me at a bus stop ask me if I had cancer. It confused the hell out of me and after saying "No" I promptly ignored him and went back to reading my book. It was only later that day I realized that he read the "Beat Cancer" message on the side of my sunglasses (they were from a Relay for Life event my Mom had volunteered for) and decided that had to know why I was so adamantly against leukemia.
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Apr 13, 2015 23:46
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One time I was on a bus next to a tired-looking, middle-aged man who had a bag from the liquor store. Somehow this neighborhood road ended up getting gridlocked on a weekday evening. After about 10 minutes of the bus not moving, the guy pulled out a bottle of tequila from his bag, opened it, and started drinking straight from the bottle. I wish I could have joined him 
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Apr 13, 2015 23:55
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Celebrating a friend's birthday downtown, my friends and I headed to the light rail to go home at around midnight. The first time it pulled up, the conductor got out and began telling a passenger to get off. He responded by saying he couldn't, and that he was hurt. We weren't allowed on, and it pulled away to deal with the passenger. About five minutes later, it came back around, and we were allowed to get on, but the passenger was still there. The police arrived and chatted with him about what was going on. When we looked over there was a large, growing pool of blood at the guys feet. After the cops decided it was okay for him to continue on, they cordoned off his section with bags tied end to end, as a kind of warning tape. This did nothing to stop his bleeding, nor did it so the blood from going up and down the aisle as the light rail moved. One of my friends who is more knowledgeable about such things said because of the amount of blood loss he suffered she'd be surprised if he lived through the night. Also, because the train was delayed by the future dead man, we missed our next train and had to wait outside for an hour for the one after. It gets a bit cold in January, at 1AM, in Denver. Hate the light rail.
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Apr 14, 2015 00:36
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I live in Chicago, and used to live in Oak Park which is the first suburb west of Chicago. The Green Line goes through Oak Park into the city. One night while riding into the city, we stopped at a station. I looked out the window, across the other track to the far platform. A man was sort of stand-squatting with his pants around his knees. He reached into his pocket, pulled out some tissue, wiped his rear end and dropped it into the pile he just made. Pulled up his pants and walked away.
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Apr 20, 2015 17:16
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LumpyGumby posted:Also, because the train was delayed by the future dead man, we missed our next train and had to wait outside for an hour for the one after. It gets a bit cold in January, at 1AM, in Denver. Or are you going to say something like "The cops came and didn't do anything" or "the conductor didn't do anything?" Cuz you should have called 911 and explained to the dispatcher that a bloody perhaps dying man was left there by the cops and that they need to send an ambulance. You know, with EMTs and Paramedics who seal up holes in bleeding people. Ya know, instead of police officers who poke holes in non-bleeding people.
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Apr 20, 2015 17:49
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I befriended a little person who rode the same sleepy route I did, one day I let him borrow some video games and then I never saw him again.
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Apr 20, 2015 17:57
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I used to take the blue line from work to the medical district. One day I sat down next to what looked like a pile of trash, until two eyes deep down inside the pile opened up and stared at me. Then the garbage person began making GBS threads themselves. I hope I'm that cool when I become a homeless trash monster.
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Apr 20, 2015 23:05
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Paper Diamonds posted:Sooo at any point, riding the train with a man behind a cordon or trash bags whose blood was slowly slithering its way down the aisle toward you and your friends, did you think to call an ambulance? You don't understand man. I was cold.
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Apr 20, 2015 23:25
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Once I was on a metro in Taipei and I felt a hand slowly, caressingly run up my calf. I looked down and there was a teenage girl sitting on the floor petting my leg. We locked eyes and she murmured "So tall..." in English before getting up and walking to another car. I'm 5'4".
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Apr 20, 2015 23:37
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You on a Septa bus riding in the far back through North Philadelphia. In one of the seats in front of his a man nodding so hard that his face almost hits the floor, and when his stop comes he perks up and walks off. The woman sitting adjacent of him tells everyone in the back that the man was trying to lick her toes the entire he was on bus. More people on drugs riding Septa;  (Obese woman jiggles around in a short dress with no bra on.) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXCTCrtzQnE https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4l_YuMIpNrk
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Apr 21, 2015 01:35
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One time I was heading to the door to get off the N Train (that always sounds kinda racist), when I hear someone yell "Dude, look out!" from behind me. Just a moment too late. I felt my foot slide in something and I came down hard on the floor, in a puddle of puke. gently caress NYC forever and ever and ever.
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Apr 21, 2015 03:39
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Every Monday morning, a very drunk man gets on my bus near the police station. He gets off several stops later, and it always takes him an eternity to exit the bus. He stumbles up the aisle, and when he gets to the back door he has to stare at the drop down to the sidewalk for a bit before he can parse how far it is. It's only a half of a foot drop, but every time he steps down its a 50/50 shot whether he'll be okay and continue stumble walking his way home, or he'll full impact slam the cement face first. In the second case, the driver just gives a quick "You okay, bud?", before driving off, leaving the man knocked out/asleep on the ground. Every. Monday. Morning.
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Apr 21, 2015 07:36
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Ugly In The Morning posted:One time I was heading to the door to get off the N Train (that always sounds kinda racist), when I hear someone yell "Dude, look out!" from behind me. If you're not constantly looking for random puddles of vomit then you're riding the subway wrong.
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Apr 21, 2015 22:15
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The Mentalizer posted:If you're not constantly looking for random puddles of vomit then you're riding the subway wrong. or pissy seats. pissy seats are always fun. did the last person who sat there push the grain of the fabric forward, so that it looks darker, or did a homeless and/or drunk person urinate on this seat? why is this seat available during rush hour? what should I do about this seat? oh god, that jowly guy is going to steal my seat! I need to act fast. ok I'm just charging at that seat! I'm gonna get that seat, big boy! that seat is mine! I've got the seat... aaaaand now I'm sitting in urine, awesome.
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Apr 21, 2015 23:14
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mysterious frankie posted:or pissy seats. pissy seats are always fun. did the last person who sat there push the grain of the fabric forward, so that it looks darker, or did a homeless and/or drunk person urinate on this seat? why is this seat available during rush hour? what should I do about this seat? oh god, that jowly guy is going to steal my seat! I need to act fast. ok I'm just charging at that seat! I'm gonna get that seat, big boy! that seat is mine! I've got the seat... aaaaand now I'm sitting in urine, awesome. This is also the case with subway cars that have too much room. Usually somebody dropped a deuce on the floor or threw up everywhere or there's so much blood it looks like a slaughterhouse.
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Apr 22, 2015 00:34
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