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Tell a story about a funny moment you had riding the bus, subway, train, etc.

Spoiler: Mine (Open)

I was riding the bus one day back in New York, when a blind passenger came on [dog, shades, pole, it was obvious] sat down, and asked a friend with me if they had a book he could read. We both just laughed, its cool people who are unfortunate like that can still have a sense of humor.

I was on the Market Frankford Line in Philadelphia, and the voice that says the stops were apparently messed up. Whenever the train left the stop, it repeated, "NEXT STOP BERKS. NEXT STOP GIARD. NEXT STOP SPRING GARDEN." And so on.

Also, I saw an Evil Dead: The Musical poster.

Sitting in a full bus. I had this alot, and its so funny to see people rush for the remaining spots. They're always so mad and immature , it's funny.

Packed bus, had an older lady standing in front of me passing wind every few seconds. Loudly. I felt bad, and smelled bad.

While waiting for a bus one night, a really drunk old man started talking to me and my friend and started saying we were good-looking boys O_o and when a Greyhound bus stopped, he started making faces at the passengers and gave them two thumbs up. He even started yelling at every lady that walked by saying, "Heeeey! I'm gonna getcha!"

As I got on the bus one time, I passed this one dude who had a pager and fanny pack around his waist. After a while, the guy's pager started beeping, and he suddenly started arguing with the bus driver, asking him to pull over- something about a "Scrim".

And then he pointed to his Doom utility belt

President People wrote: and he suddenly started arguing with the bus driver, asking him to pull over- something about a "Scrim".

And then he pointed to his Doom utility belt

gg

I walked to the bus with a friend as it was pulling into the station, we were going to walk home but saw it come in, and then this irate bitch of a woman had a go at us for "cutting in line". Well, we're all going to get on, there were only about twenty of us, and she was acting all sarcastic and supposedly superior, and of course the bus driver naturally took her side. I don't blame him, he looked like he couldn't do any better than to get on the good side of a sweaty, middle-aged and seemingly uneducated lass with his thick accent and hostile nature. Everyone else looked at her as if she was just let out of the zoo/Broadmoor/The North. Awkward ride back home but well worth a quid fifty!

New York City. The subway. I forget which train. All I know is I was returning to Harrisburg Brooklyn from a concert in Manhattan. There was some rasta hobo with a VERY out-of-tune guitar (which bothered me more than it should) singing the lyrics to every Christmas song in one big run-on sentence, singing in ONE note, while strumming ONE "chord" (aka all the open strings) over and over again.

Oh and when we got off, there was some (probably drunk) guy sitting at a table with an open box of take-out in front of him, asleep, with his face in his food. Kinda like this, except his face was actually IN the food.

It's pretty lame...
So I was riding a tram, and on a sit in front of me there was a girl. I was just sitting there, minding my own business, and suddenly, she made a small sound of disgust, violently reaching her neck.
A ladybug fell from it to the holding on the top if a sit.
It was a really nice ladybug, and I wanted to catch it and free it, throwing it out of the window. Yeah, I am just a goddamn fucking hippie like that.
But the girl had very long hair, and I couldn't really get it without disturbing her.
There was this popular stop, and the girl finally started to get ready to leave, checking her purse, fixing the jacket... She stood up...
And she grabbed the holding.
You could hear a small wet crunching sound.
"Nooo", I whined silently. But not silently enough. She heard that. She looked into my eyes suspiciously, wiped the palm against her jeans, without the smallest shade of awareness that something nasty was on it... And sat back down.
And for the next few stops, too much stops to be just an another choice of a way, she was just sitting there, and I could see from reflection on the window that she was eying me. She looked like she was waiting for something, impatiently. I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy looking at the wet spot at the holding, mourning.

Rest in peace, ladybug.
Rest in peace.