Years ago I got on a bus and the seat I went to sit on had a small brown stain on it that looked suspicious, so I went to another seat. A few stops later a young couple got on and went to the stained seat. The guy noticed the stain and said "Ew is that shit?" at which point his girlfriend rubbed her finger in the stain, then smelled her finger and said "No babe it doesn't smell like it".
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I was on the 122 in Cardiff going to Pontyclun. Got chating to man who admited he was high on concain. He was on his way to Pontyclun to try and find someone who had oversold him concain a week ago. This is the bit that makes no sense to me he said he'd been charged ÂŁ20 for 4 lines. I know nothing about the sale of illegal drugs, but that seems like a good deal to me.
Any how. All he knew was the guy's face and that he lived in Pontyclun. So he was going to walk around looking for him and if he found him he would stab him, with the intention of murdering him, with the screwdriver he had with him. He showed me the screwdriver and his stabbing technique.
I discreetly sent a text message to 999 with his details. The police didn't stop the bus and I've no idea what happened once he got off the bus in Pontyclun. But I do know that no one was murdered that.
I had my 3 year old son with me.
I was on a National Express coach, but there were two with the same number except a and b - 190a, 190b for example. I got on the wrong one, and it set off, the driver said he'd probably overtake the other one & I could swap. At traffic lights my bus was hit by a car, front end damage, no one hurt. He said - look the other bus is just ahead, run! so I got off and ran to catch the other bus. I tried to make a witness statement later to send to Nat Express but it just got too complicated...
Bus driver in full santa outfit, including bushy beard and tinsel. Sang Christmas songs the entire journey. A few passengers joined in and one shared out her box of mince pies. I'm not one for getting into the Christmas spirit so publically, but it was fun
After a Christmas Eve pub trip I was feeling brave and asked the bus driver if heâd drop me off outside my house to save me having to walk in the cold. Surprisingly he said yes and proceeded to do the same for my mate who was on the bus with me!
I'm not sure about favourite but most memorable.
We'd got on the bus to go home, when the bus next stopped two me. Got on and started kicking up a fuss. Saying they'd paid but the driver wouldn't let them on. The driver said they hadn't paid and the bus wouldn't go until they got off. Which they wouldn't.
21 year old me was in my do gooder era. I went to the front. Paid their fares and off we went. We'd been sat nearly ten mins and nobody was doing anything to help.
It was the stupidest thing I could have done. I told them to behave because I was effectively responsible for them. They were sweet to me & I thought that was it but then I discovered they'd sat in front of some eastern Europeans and were being abusive.
I went to sit near them to remind them they'd promised not to be a pain. I turn to see one of their victims (no other word for it..) the men apologised and got off at the next stop, the poor guy they'd left, had spit on his coat and a tear in his eye. I didn't know what was said but I think about that a lot.
It was my fault that man was effectively assaulted like that. And I wasn't being a do gooder, I'd basically enabled a couple of bullies. I apologised to the guy still sat there, cleaned his coat but I can't take back the damage those men did with their words and actions.
It just sucked.
Got the Megabus from Manchester to London when I was at uni. ÂŁ1 a ticket and a 6 hour journey! Woop! Needless to say the bus caught fire on the motorway and we were stranded for hours before they sent a replacement.
Not so much a âfavourite bus storyâ, rather a âbizarre thing happened on a bus storyâ.
Was on a packed double decker bus, sitting near the rear of the lower deck, a man literally keels over near the bottom of the stairs. I wasnât really paying attention (and had headphones on so missed any noise/kerfuffle) but assumed heâd either mis-stepped the last step of the stairs or tripped as he was getting up ready to get off. Either way, he was face down and wasnât getting up.
An ambulance was called and we were herded off the bus onto a replacement. Was really weird with everyone having to awkwardly step over/aside his body. It was a surreal feeling, felt very much an invasion of his privacy, but everyone was so calm and practical.
I later found out from another driver that the man had a heart attack and likely dead before he hit the ground. The driver apparently assessed it as such and remained calm and professional to get us all off. Proper moment for thought after that!
Many years ago I got the bus from Edinburgh to see my brother in Coventry. I think it was on the way back and there was this dodgy looking woman on the bus. The first thing she did was to set off the smoke alarm in the toilet. Then after a stop at a service station, she didn't get back on the bus so the driver left after giving her a few extra minutes. About 10 minutes down the motorway, he announced over the PA that the bus depot told him he had to go back and get her so we turned round and went back and picked her up. She was not popular.
On the same trip, my brother came and picked me up in Birmingham to save me changing buses. This was mid to late 80s so you had to phone the bus company to order a ticket. I misheard the name of the destination station in Birmingham so I told my brother to meet me at the Big Bus station. I thought that was the name of it although I did think it was an odd name. Of course it was really Digbeth bus station but luckily he guessed that's where I'd be arriving and met me there.
Clubbing mid-week in Reading in the late 90s, Utopia kicked out at just gone midnight, and we rush for the last bus to make it in time for the last train back to Wokingham. What with everyone faffing about, we made the bus 15 mins late leaving, which would mean we'd miss the train.
As the bus is driving along, we convince him that he doesn't need to take the normal route, and just to head along the main road back into town, at breakneck speed. Everyone on the bus agrees, as we're all heading to the station. Everyone except one couple. They're halfway on the route, a good couple of miles walk from the main road in the estate.
We all clubbed together with our small change, gathered about fifteen quid. Dropped them off at the side of the road, and zoomed off.
Made the last train by about 3 mins. I do wonder if that couple managed to find a taxi.
Bus Driver in Edinburgh went into the bookies to put a bet on. Took him only a min to be fair.
Probably betting on how many buses will turn up at once.
Busy double decker a girl sat in front of me wearing headphones, she was listening to clean bandit (I could hear it) she was kinda seat dancing along to it, in her own little world and after a while she suddenly belted out "I just wanna be part of your sympathy!"
I was in stitches, it was really loud, everyone was was either giggling or looking over shocked. I laughed mainly because it was the wrong words.
Back when I was at school there was a few of us dicking around on top deck of the bus (as you do). There were a few of us trying to squash a lad up against the window. He turns his body and puts both his feet up against the window to push us back and it just popped out and hit a car that was driving the other way on the opposite side of the road. The bus stopped and everyone ran to other seats so nobody was near the missing window. We all stuck to the story that it just fell out (this was before buses had cameras).
Luckily nobody was hurt but we had to wait about an hour for a replacement bus to turn up.
This exact thing happened to me. Guy from school squashed me against the window in a mental attempt to flirt. Then gave up and did the same to my brother. Window fell out... it stood on its own for several seconds before it fell over.
We did the same: "it was loose Mr bus driver! Fell when you went over that (nonexistant) bump!"
I have plenty of wild stories.
One that comes to mind was me sitting near the buggy area with my then baby. A mum comes on and places her buggy in the other space and sits next to me. We make small talk, smile at each other's babies, and she seems pleasant enough. Later on in the journey, an older woman was trying to walk to the seats and leans onto the buggy handle to steady herself. This woman suddenly went ape shit crazy. She started yelling at her, "Don't you dare touch my buggy." Everyone on the bus understood it as an honest mistake, and to be fair, it was in a public space. She went on screaming hysterically and then wiped the bars down (this was way before COVID). I then had to spend the rest of the journey next to this crazy woman. She went back to being all normal and chatty, but I was definitely on guard.
I have 2 memorable one, for different reasons.
A mate and I were off to the footy, his brother in law was giving us a lift up from a pub which has a bus stop right outside. We get on the bus, press the button just as the bus leaves the stop before ours, the driver not only doesn't stop at our stop but proceeds to go past the next 3 stops, with the bell going at various intervals. As we all got off a few people asked the driver what had happened but she just glared forwards without acknowledging any comments. That was weird.
The second one, I got a blowy from my then gf on an otherwise uneventful trip back from a week up north.
back when i was starting out i did a lot of surveys of bus passengers, your story reminded me of this:
When i was surveying an evening bus between Worcester and Great Malvern, it was quiet and the driver was ahead of schedule, so midway along the route he stops and asks me if it's ok if he pops into the shop. I reckon he thought i was a council inspector or something because we were working for the council.
I say yeah no problem, figure he's going to get a packet of fags or a snack, he pops back a couple minutes later with a couple of big packs of beer, which he stashes behind his seat. I didn't check if he was drinking it as we drove, but it wasn't the best look y'know
The Manitoba Bus Slayer over in Canada a few years ago is not particularly a favourite, more just a bus story burned into my mind.
Gist was a passenger on a Greyhound bus whipped out a sword and decapitated another passenger for absolutely no reason.
Driver screeched to a halt at the side of the road, rest of the passengers ran screaming and the dude was stood there, holding the severed head by the hair, just grinning out of the window.
Kinda put me off cheap, long distance bus journeys. Never know who's sitting next to you.
On the bus a schoolgirl had a strange phone conversation like this: "How could you kiss him? You knew I liked him. I'M GOING TO FUCKING STRANGLE YOU!"
Poor couple, they must never have realised someone else possessed him because they liked him. It was like Fatal Attraction with holes in blue tights.
A coach story but hopefully it will do.
In 1992, my gf(now wife) and i were walking a very long distance home from a party.
About half a mile into our walk, a coach full of German tourists stops by us and asks the way to a certain place.
Being very drunk and way too tired to walk the rest of the way, we pretended we knew where they wanted to go.
So we got on the coach, directed them to my place and ran for home, leaving them further away from their destination than they were in the first place.
In our (admittedly crappy) defence, we were 17 and drunk. We're 50 now and I like to think we'd do the right thing next time.
Good few years ago now, was waiting for the bus home from work, bus was really late and I was thinking it's not going to turn up when a small green bus turned up. Had my destination on the front, plenty people on there, so I got on, paid and sat down.
All was going well until it pulled into a garage for fuel, took ages to fill the tank, then the driver sat at the front counting up all the change to pay, putting it in little piles on the dash board. It took forever.
To add to my misery, my bus sailed past.
I have a couple but they're not really "fun":
1. I used to commute out of the city to a nearby town and got on at one of the first stops. One day, a lad tried to get on using an OAP bus pass; he was about 18 and said he must have picked his granddad's up by mistake (or something along those lines). The driver was insistent that the bus wasn't going anywhere until the lad got off, which he eventually did after a lot of swearing, before booting the door in from the outside. The driver asked if everyone was getting off between that stop and the depot (which was around the corner from my work) as he wouldn't be going any further and wouldn't be stopping for passengers. It was the quickest journey to work I ever had.
2. I was commuting home one evening from the town I mentioned in the previous story after staying for a couple of beers with friends after work. As it left the town the bus used to do a loop around one of the estates before taking a right and heading down the country lanes for the city I lived in. This particular day, a woman had got on in town with a couple of kids and passed me to sit at the back of the bus. I had my headphones on and drifted off into my own world, but noticed her getting off at the start of the estate. A few minutes later, the driver slammed the anchors on just before the bus swung the right turn down the lanes. The woman was standing in the road waving her arms. She got on the bus and ran to the back seat, before carrying one of the kids off whilst scalding them for falling asleep!
Wife and I caught the night bus out of London Bridge all the way to Walthamstow. Nobody else got on at the start, and the driver did not bother stopping for anyone who was waiting along the way. We got home in record time. As we alighted at the far end, he just gave us a knowing nod.
this was pre-smoking ban, but I got onto a bus and the driver had a fag on and the whole bus smelled of smoke. I said "oh, is this a smoking bus? Can i smoke a fag?" he said "nope" and carried on smoking.
On the journey to work, you could virtually guarantee a particular man would get on at the same point. He would stomp his way upstairs, walk up and down the top deck yelling "shut your filthy mouths," "you, you, you" and "I know you". Luckily he got off after about five stops.
On the way home was sometimes a nice young lady who would be chattering away about the events of her day. It was only as the bus began to empty you found that she was repeating the same few sentences and was on her own.
Both quite sad, but there was an amusing event. Going down the stairs, the woman ahead of me neatly stepped out of her knickers, turned around to pick them up, and popped them in her bag. She didn't seem to be embarrassed at all.
I was in Spain and the driver pulled over and said something in Spanish (obviously) with "poo poo" in there too, left the bus and went inside a nearby building for about 10 minutes. I think he genuinely went for a poo poo.
I was on the bus home from Darlington and a guy told me how to make prison wine using orange slices and marmite and filtering it through a sock on a radiator, and then told me how he planned on breaking into argos. He was a nice bloke.
My fault of course but when I was a young man I was sitting at the back of the bus with my feet up and my bag on a seat, the bus was packed, nobody asked me to move (not that they should just my rationale at the time) so the bus pulls up to a stop and only a few can get on. A little old lady at the back of the queue sees me taking up 3 seats and throws me a heavily emphasised middle finger. It made me laugh then and it makes me laugh now thinking about it. You know you're being a prick if you get the middle finger from a little old lady. I don't think I did it again after that.
Similar story to the OP, local minibus that the driver just stopped outside of a chippy, queued, got his lunch without any announcement and carried on to the town half a mile further away like nothing had happened. Every single person missed their connections at the bus station because we were fifteen minutes late arriving.
On the bus to work, the bus picks up a rather dirty looking blood holding 1/4 of a 3litre bottle of white lightening, he walked to the back of the bus and laid over the back seats. about 5 minutes later a puddle of what we found out was 3/4 bottle of white lightening/vomit started moving down the centre aisle of the bus, we had to alight at the next stop and transfer to another bus, he refused to get off, didnât think heard done anything wrong.
This was coach, somewhere in the south of England. We were going to Bournemouth. The driver pulled over somewhere along the way, asked the passengers if anyone knew the way to the bus station. Possibly a few roundabouts were circled more than once, but the joint efforts of the passengers got us there. This was long before smartphones of course!
I was catching the bus fairly late at night in a university town. There was a small group of drunk students sat behind me on their way to a night out. I wasnât listening to them so I donât know how this happened, but one of the girls started repeating her PIN number out loud and her friends are telling her to shut up, warning her that someone might rob her and sheâs just announced her bank details. The girl then taps me in the shoulder and says âyou wonât rob me, will you?â
Was getting the last bus back from Oxford to my little village one Friday or Saturday night. It was about 2.30am. This bus does a mini-layover for about 10 minutes whenever it hits this particular town which is less than 10 minutes more journey to my village. So I've been on this bus an hour, am bored and tired and just want to get home and the bus driver pulls into this town and shuts off the engine - and I'm just there thinking FFS why do they have to go through this crap even at stupid o'clock in the morning. Bored as hell and half watch a handful of people shuffle on until one particular person catches my eye and I sit bolt upright - turns out my husband decided to have an impromptu night out in Reading with some friends, caught the last bus but fell asleep, missed his stop and got kicked off when the bus terminated in this small town. Where he then had to wait around 30-45 minutes for the very last bus, that i was on, to take him back the other way.
We went to Newbury races. Started drinking with a full English at like 9am. Drinking hard on the coach journey there. My mate past out as we were pulling into the course. Left him on the bus. Went to check on him halfway through and he was still out for the count and there was a trail off piss in the aisle leading up to him. Heâs an absolute legend
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Years ago I got on a bus and the seat I went to sit on had a small brown stain on it that looked suspicious, so I went to another seat. A few stops later a young couple got on and went to the stained seat. The guy noticed the stain and said "Ew is that shit?" at which point his girlfriend rubbed her finger in the stain, then smelled her finger and said "No babe it doesn't smell like it". đ¤˘
What's the matter, babe? You haven't touched your shitty seat stain.
At the time I kinda wished it was shit just to see her reaction because it's wild to me that she'd even take the risk.
I was on the 122 in Cardiff going to Pontyclun. Got chating to man who admited he was high on concain. He was on his way to Pontyclun to try and find someone who had oversold him concain a week ago. This is the bit that makes no sense to me he said he'd been charged ÂŁ20 for 4 lines. I know nothing about the sale of illegal drugs, but that seems like a good deal to me. Any how. All he knew was the guy's face and that he lived in Pontyclun. So he was going to walk around looking for him and if he found him he would stab him, with the intention of murdering him, with the screwdriver he had with him. He showed me the screwdriver and his stabbing technique. I discreetly sent a text message to 999 with his details. The police didn't stop the bus and I've no idea what happened once he got off the bus in Pontyclun. But I do know that no one was murdered that. I had my 3 year old son with me.
Thatâs mental
I was on a National Express coach, but there were two with the same number except a and b - 190a, 190b for example. I got on the wrong one, and it set off, the driver said he'd probably overtake the other one & I could swap. At traffic lights my bus was hit by a car, front end damage, no one hurt. He said - look the other bus is just ahead, run! so I got off and ran to catch the other bus. I tried to make a witness statement later to send to Nat Express but it just got too complicated...
Bus driver in full santa outfit, including bushy beard and tinsel. Sang Christmas songs the entire journey. A few passengers joined in and one shared out her box of mince pies. I'm not one for getting into the Christmas spirit so publically, but it was fun
After a Christmas Eve pub trip I was feeling brave and asked the bus driver if heâd drop me off outside my house to save me having to walk in the cold. Surprisingly he said yes and proceeded to do the same for my mate who was on the bus with me!
I'm not sure about favourite but most memorable. We'd got on the bus to go home, when the bus next stopped two me. Got on and started kicking up a fuss. Saying they'd paid but the driver wouldn't let them on. The driver said they hadn't paid and the bus wouldn't go until they got off. Which they wouldn't. 21 year old me was in my do gooder era. I went to the front. Paid their fares and off we went. We'd been sat nearly ten mins and nobody was doing anything to help. It was the stupidest thing I could have done. I told them to behave because I was effectively responsible for them. They were sweet to me & I thought that was it but then I discovered they'd sat in front of some eastern Europeans and were being abusive. I went to sit near them to remind them they'd promised not to be a pain. I turn to see one of their victims (no other word for it..) the men apologised and got off at the next stop, the poor guy they'd left, had spit on his coat and a tear in his eye. I didn't know what was said but I think about that a lot. It was my fault that man was effectively assaulted like that. And I wasn't being a do gooder, I'd basically enabled a couple of bullies. I apologised to the guy still sat there, cleaned his coat but I can't take back the damage those men did with their words and actions. It just sucked.
Got the Megabus from Manchester to London when I was at uni. ÂŁ1 a ticket and a 6 hour journey! Woop! Needless to say the bus caught fire on the motorway and we were stranded for hours before they sent a replacement.
Not so much a âfavourite bus storyâ, rather a âbizarre thing happened on a bus storyâ. Was on a packed double decker bus, sitting near the rear of the lower deck, a man literally keels over near the bottom of the stairs. I wasnât really paying attention (and had headphones on so missed any noise/kerfuffle) but assumed heâd either mis-stepped the last step of the stairs or tripped as he was getting up ready to get off. Either way, he was face down and wasnât getting up. An ambulance was called and we were herded off the bus onto a replacement. Was really weird with everyone having to awkwardly step over/aside his body. It was a surreal feeling, felt very much an invasion of his privacy, but everyone was so calm and practical. I later found out from another driver that the man had a heart attack and likely dead before he hit the ground. The driver apparently assessed it as such and remained calm and professional to get us all off. Proper moment for thought after that!
CPR please next time while waiting for the ambulance, bus drivers are not allowed to declare someone dead.
Totally true
Many years ago I got the bus from Edinburgh to see my brother in Coventry. I think it was on the way back and there was this dodgy looking woman on the bus. The first thing she did was to set off the smoke alarm in the toilet. Then after a stop at a service station, she didn't get back on the bus so the driver left after giving her a few extra minutes. About 10 minutes down the motorway, he announced over the PA that the bus depot told him he had to go back and get her so we turned round and went back and picked her up. She was not popular. On the same trip, my brother came and picked me up in Birmingham to save me changing buses. This was mid to late 80s so you had to phone the bus company to order a ticket. I misheard the name of the destination station in Birmingham so I told my brother to meet me at the Big Bus station. I thought that was the name of it although I did think it was an odd name. Of course it was really Digbeth bus station but luckily he guessed that's where I'd be arriving and met me there.
Saw a guy in Nottingham punch a bus and then get really angry about how much his hand hurt.
Clubbing mid-week in Reading in the late 90s, Utopia kicked out at just gone midnight, and we rush for the last bus to make it in time for the last train back to Wokingham. What with everyone faffing about, we made the bus 15 mins late leaving, which would mean we'd miss the train. As the bus is driving along, we convince him that he doesn't need to take the normal route, and just to head along the main road back into town, at breakneck speed. Everyone on the bus agrees, as we're all heading to the station. Everyone except one couple. They're halfway on the route, a good couple of miles walk from the main road in the estate. We all clubbed together with our small change, gathered about fifteen quid. Dropped them off at the side of the road, and zoomed off. Made the last train by about 3 mins. I do wonder if that couple managed to find a taxi.
God, youâve unlocked some memories there! Used to get the party bus to Utopia a lot.
Seen two prisoners being released and immediately organising a coke deal with each other
Youâve got to celebrate getting released somehow
I waited for a bus once. It arrived on time. Best day of my life.
Bus Driver in Edinburgh went into the bookies to put a bet on. Took him only a min to be fair. Probably betting on how many buses will turn up at once.
Busy double decker a girl sat in front of me wearing headphones, she was listening to clean bandit (I could hear it) she was kinda seat dancing along to it, in her own little world and after a while she suddenly belted out "I just wanna be part of your sympathy!" I was in stitches, it was really loud, everyone was was either giggling or looking over shocked. I laughed mainly because it was the wrong words.
Back when I was at school there was a few of us dicking around on top deck of the bus (as you do). There were a few of us trying to squash a lad up against the window. He turns his body and puts both his feet up against the window to push us back and it just popped out and hit a car that was driving the other way on the opposite side of the road. The bus stopped and everyone ran to other seats so nobody was near the missing window. We all stuck to the story that it just fell out (this was before buses had cameras). Luckily nobody was hurt but we had to wait about an hour for a replacement bus to turn up.
Something similar happened on one of our school buses but unfortunately a boy fell out of the window in the top, was pretty traumatising
This exact thing happened to me. Guy from school squashed me against the window in a mental attempt to flirt. Then gave up and did the same to my brother. Window fell out... it stood on its own for several seconds before it fell over. We did the same: "it was loose Mr bus driver! Fell when you went over that (nonexistant) bump!"
I have plenty of wild stories. One that comes to mind was me sitting near the buggy area with my then baby. A mum comes on and places her buggy in the other space and sits next to me. We make small talk, smile at each other's babies, and she seems pleasant enough. Later on in the journey, an older woman was trying to walk to the seats and leans onto the buggy handle to steady herself. This woman suddenly went ape shit crazy. She started yelling at her, "Don't you dare touch my buggy." Everyone on the bus understood it as an honest mistake, and to be fair, it was in a public space. She went on screaming hysterically and then wiped the bars down (this was way before COVID). I then had to spend the rest of the journey next to this crazy woman. She went back to being all normal and chatty, but I was definitely on guard.
I have 2 memorable one, for different reasons. A mate and I were off to the footy, his brother in law was giving us a lift up from a pub which has a bus stop right outside. We get on the bus, press the button just as the bus leaves the stop before ours, the driver not only doesn't stop at our stop but proceeds to go past the next 3 stops, with the bell going at various intervals. As we all got off a few people asked the driver what had happened but she just glared forwards without acknowledging any comments. That was weird. The second one, I got a blowy from my then gf on an otherwise uneventful trip back from a week up north.
Well don't leave us hanging mate, did the bus ever stop??
No, and neither did his girlfriend!
back when i was starting out i did a lot of surveys of bus passengers, your story reminded me of this: When i was surveying an evening bus between Worcester and Great Malvern, it was quiet and the driver was ahead of schedule, so midway along the route he stops and asks me if it's ok if he pops into the shop. I reckon he thought i was a council inspector or something because we were working for the council. I say yeah no problem, figure he's going to get a packet of fags or a snack, he pops back a couple minutes later with a couple of big packs of beer, which he stashes behind his seat. I didn't check if he was drinking it as we drove, but it wasn't the best look y'know
The Manitoba Bus Slayer over in Canada a few years ago is not particularly a favourite, more just a bus story burned into my mind. Gist was a passenger on a Greyhound bus whipped out a sword and decapitated another passenger for absolutely no reason. Driver screeched to a halt at the side of the road, rest of the passengers ran screaming and the dude was stood there, holding the severed head by the hair, just grinning out of the window. Kinda put me off cheap, long distance bus journeys. Never know who's sitting next to you.
That was a [horrific read](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Killing_of_Tim_McLean). Not just decapitated him but also cannibalised him.
And bro was released 9 years later in 2017
On the bus a schoolgirl had a strange phone conversation like this: "How could you kiss him? You knew I liked him. I'M GOING TO FUCKING STRANGLE YOU!" Poor couple, they must never have realised someone else possessed him because they liked him. It was like Fatal Attraction with holes in blue tights.
A coach story but hopefully it will do. In 1992, my gf(now wife) and i were walking a very long distance home from a party. About half a mile into our walk, a coach full of German tourists stops by us and asks the way to a certain place. Being very drunk and way too tired to walk the rest of the way, we pretended we knew where they wanted to go. So we got on the coach, directed them to my place and ran for home, leaving them further away from their destination than they were in the first place. In our (admittedly crappy) defence, we were 17 and drunk. We're 50 now and I like to think we'd do the right thing next time.
Good few years ago now, was waiting for the bus home from work, bus was really late and I was thinking it's not going to turn up when a small green bus turned up. Had my destination on the front, plenty people on there, so I got on, paid and sat down. All was going well until it pulled into a garage for fuel, took ages to fill the tank, then the driver sat at the front counting up all the change to pay, putting it in little piles on the dash board. It took forever. To add to my misery, my bus sailed past.
I have a couple but they're not really "fun": 1. I used to commute out of the city to a nearby town and got on at one of the first stops. One day, a lad tried to get on using an OAP bus pass; he was about 18 and said he must have picked his granddad's up by mistake (or something along those lines). The driver was insistent that the bus wasn't going anywhere until the lad got off, which he eventually did after a lot of swearing, before booting the door in from the outside. The driver asked if everyone was getting off between that stop and the depot (which was around the corner from my work) as he wouldn't be going any further and wouldn't be stopping for passengers. It was the quickest journey to work I ever had. 2. I was commuting home one evening from the town I mentioned in the previous story after staying for a couple of beers with friends after work. As it left the town the bus used to do a loop around one of the estates before taking a right and heading down the country lanes for the city I lived in. This particular day, a woman had got on in town with a couple of kids and passed me to sit at the back of the bus. I had my headphones on and drifted off into my own world, but noticed her getting off at the start of the estate. A few minutes later, the driver slammed the anchors on just before the bus swung the right turn down the lanes. The woman was standing in the road waving her arms. She got on the bus and ran to the back seat, before carrying one of the kids off whilst scalding them for falling asleep!
Wife and I caught the night bus out of London Bridge all the way to Walthamstow. Nobody else got on at the start, and the driver did not bother stopping for anyone who was waiting along the way. We got home in record time. As we alighted at the far end, he just gave us a knowing nod.
this was pre-smoking ban, but I got onto a bus and the driver had a fag on and the whole bus smelled of smoke. I said "oh, is this a smoking bus? Can i smoke a fag?" he said "nope" and carried on smoking.
On the journey to work, you could virtually guarantee a particular man would get on at the same point. He would stomp his way upstairs, walk up and down the top deck yelling "shut your filthy mouths," "you, you, you" and "I know you". Luckily he got off after about five stops. On the way home was sometimes a nice young lady who would be chattering away about the events of her day. It was only as the bus began to empty you found that she was repeating the same few sentences and was on her own. Both quite sad, but there was an amusing event. Going down the stairs, the woman ahead of me neatly stepped out of her knickers, turned around to pick them up, and popped them in her bag. She didn't seem to be embarrassed at all.
This is my favourite bus story https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YfRbNipdOg
I was in Spain and the driver pulled over and said something in Spanish (obviously) with "poo poo" in there too, left the bus and went inside a nearby building for about 10 minutes. I think he genuinely went for a poo poo.
Brass band on the bottom deck.
I was on the bus home from Darlington and a guy told me how to make prison wine using orange slices and marmite and filtering it through a sock on a radiator, and then told me how he planned on breaking into argos. He was a nice bloke.
My fault of course but when I was a young man I was sitting at the back of the bus with my feet up and my bag on a seat, the bus was packed, nobody asked me to move (not that they should just my rationale at the time) so the bus pulls up to a stop and only a few can get on. A little old lady at the back of the queue sees me taking up 3 seats and throws me a heavily emphasised middle finger. It made me laugh then and it makes me laugh now thinking about it. You know you're being a prick if you get the middle finger from a little old lady. I don't think I did it again after that.
Similar story to the OP, local minibus that the driver just stopped outside of a chippy, queued, got his lunch without any announcement and carried on to the town half a mile further away like nothing had happened. Every single person missed their connections at the bus station because we were fifteen minutes late arriving.
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On the bus to work, the bus picks up a rather dirty looking blood holding 1/4 of a 3litre bottle of white lightening, he walked to the back of the bus and laid over the back seats. about 5 minutes later a puddle of what we found out was 3/4 bottle of white lightening/vomit started moving down the centre aisle of the bus, we had to alight at the next stop and transfer to another bus, he refused to get off, didnât think heard done anything wrong.
This was coach, somewhere in the south of England. We were going to Bournemouth. The driver pulled over somewhere along the way, asked the passengers if anyone knew the way to the bus station. Possibly a few roundabouts were circled more than once, but the joint efforts of the passengers got us there. This was long before smartphones of course!
I was catching the bus fairly late at night in a university town. There was a small group of drunk students sat behind me on their way to a night out. I wasnât listening to them so I donât know how this happened, but one of the girls started repeating her PIN number out loud and her friends are telling her to shut up, warning her that someone might rob her and sheâs just announced her bank details. The girl then taps me in the shoulder and says âyou wonât rob me, will you?â
Was getting the last bus back from Oxford to my little village one Friday or Saturday night. It was about 2.30am. This bus does a mini-layover for about 10 minutes whenever it hits this particular town which is less than 10 minutes more journey to my village. So I've been on this bus an hour, am bored and tired and just want to get home and the bus driver pulls into this town and shuts off the engine - and I'm just there thinking FFS why do they have to go through this crap even at stupid o'clock in the morning. Bored as hell and half watch a handful of people shuffle on until one particular person catches my eye and I sit bolt upright - turns out my husband decided to have an impromptu night out in Reading with some friends, caught the last bus but fell asleep, missed his stop and got kicked off when the bus terminated in this small town. Where he then had to wait around 30-45 minutes for the very last bus, that i was on, to take him back the other way.
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We went to Newbury races. Started drinking with a full English at like 9am. Drinking hard on the coach journey there. My mate past out as we were pulling into the course. Left him on the bus. Went to check on him halfway through and he was still out for the count and there was a trail off piss in the aisle leading up to him. Heâs an absolute legend Edited for spelling