Public Transportation Stories - From Subways to Airplanes, and everything in between

[.Woody]

Post any wierd stories you might have about people you've seen or experiences you've had on public transportation.

I was on a greyhound going from denver to Salt Lake, and we were stopped at the only gas station for miles. This is the middle of the desert and its midday. I was walking back to the bus and one of the people who I had been riding with (obvious post-op tranny, still had the Adam's apple and everything) was on its knees sucking off this dude in a full firefighter outfit, like the red hat and everything. When we left and got back on the road, the tranny was nowhere to be seen.

 

[break these cuffs]

This is not the place for your tranny fanfic. On topic, public transportation is for citycucks. Burn in your urban hellscape.

 

[.Woody]

This is not the place for your tranny fanfic. On topic, public transportation is for citycucks. Burn in your urban hellscape.

I was suggested to make the thread in chat. Others said they may be interested. Sorry if my story was too autistic.

 

[Exorbital Columnations]

Okay I'm in a story mood.

Spoiler: Long.

So: long-haul greyhound ride across Canada, pretty uneventful until a tire blew at 6.30 AM outside a little town in Saskatchewan. Everybody gets off the bus and starts milling around: an old broad with problem glasses and the air of Ottawa aristocracy sees her chance to break out the tarot cards and start wooing the dumb people aboard. I go for a stroll down the single road in town, find a general store unlocked with nobody home, grab the smokes and tequila I'd been hankering for, drop not enough money on the counter and fuck off back to the bus.

Old bird's still holding court, yada yada spirit dimension etc. I have a smoke, drink some tequila and listen from the sidelines. Back on the bus and now she's in fine form, having insinuated herself into the good graces of a group of young people. Yap yap yap I go back to sleep. The prairies aren't much to look at and I've seen enough of them in my life.

Calgary, Alberta, several hours later: they rush us between the buses to our connection because now we're six hours behind. I grab a quick dart on my way, then get on the bus. Here comes the loon. We're not two miles down the road and she flutters up to the driver to inform him (and the rest of us) that she's dropped a priceless gold earring back at the station.

Very sentimental, this bauble is, an heirloom, you understand.

Driver says :

"Sorry ma'am, that's against policy and I'm already way behind. Call the station and hopefully it's in Lost and Found."

Well,she's not having that :

"You mean to tell me that you won't allow me to retrieve my earring?!"

"Can't ma'am, please step back, you're obstructing my view."

"*apoplexy* *sputtering* Well! It's a good thing that I've done so much spiritual work!! I'm glad know that when we ascend into the fifth dimension that I will be doing very well! I've done light work, you know!!"

I've been sitting at the back of the bus since Toronto, but now I'm moving up to sit beside someone else and I'm laughing pretty openly; this is the best time I've had in three days on this fucking bus. She's still going in the same vein and it's pure distilled yuppie autism. The entitlement; the privilege; it was supoib! She's questioning his immigration status, she's making snide remarks about his presumed wage, the works. The more she's getting wound up the more I'm in my glory. The mood in the bus got strange and fractious. She's trying to enlist as many peons into her court as possible to hound this driver.

Finally we pull off the highway onto a side road; it's Her Nibs' stop. There's a problem, though:

"Sir! I made an agreement with the company that they would drop me off a mile down that road!!"
-a quivering, jowly arm shakes and points-

"Well sure, ma'am, I understand. But we're running very late and I was told just to leave you here."
(There was a patch of woods, quite dark and ominous on her side of the bus)

"Here??!!! What am I going to do here?!?!"

"I'm sure you'll be fine, ma'am."

And that guy just stopped off the bus, hopped out, pulled her suitcases and dumped them. Meanwhile, she was nearly having a breakdown, hair flying, glasses and shawl all askew. Luckily for her, he'd dropped her off directly across from an R.C.M.P. detachment. I was the only one who'd noticed that; everybody was watching them, rapt and horrified at his rough treatment of her.

Cucks.

She deserved worse, the crazy old bitch.

 

[PL 001]

Riding the bus one afternoon awhile back and some fat, schlubby looking guy comes on pulls off his shoes and socks exposing his gross hairy, smelly Fred Flintstone looking feet and just nonchalantly starts cutting his toenails, letting the clippings drop to the floor while a bus full of people become disgusted.

What the everloving fuck goes through someone's head to think that's okay? Legit re.tarded people aren't that stupid or socially inept. It seriously couldn't have waited until he got home? Fucking animal...

 

[GloryHole Stalker]

As I used to live in Philly and used Septa to get back and forth to work, I've had alot of shitty experiences using public transportation, but here are 2 of the most interesting (to me)...

One fine Sunday morning I hopped on the bus on my way to work and immediately noticed that some whore had passed out in her seat and pissed all over the place. Soon after the bus driver finally noticed and pulled over the bus and made us all get out as this was considered a health hazard. The next bus wasn't going to come along for another hour so I was going to be late for work. Fortunately I had the phone number of a co worker and he was able to pick me up and get me there on time.

I had just finished my shift and had my weeks vacation to look forward to. I was working second shift so my shift didn't end until midnight and the next bus out was the last bus out for the night. I got on the bus and took my seat. A kindly melanin enriched gentleman sat behind me and started talking to me saying the goofiest shit, talking about space and aliens and whatnot. all the while he had a snack sized pack of Doritos and was taking the chips out of the bag and crumbling them on my shoulder. I told the guy to knock that shit off and moved my seat... I wasn't looking to get in a fight with this asshole, I just wanted to get home, start my vacation, and spend time with my youngest son who was waiting at my place (It was my weekend to have him). The nut then moved to a seat beside, but in front of me. Some other poor fella got on the bus, and sat in front of the nut and then had to listen to his crazy shit for a few minutes before the whack-a-doo finally got off the bus. The rest of the ride was fairly peaceful. I'm so glad I don't live in Philadelphia anymore.

 

[Arctic Fox]

I once saw a fucking ancient looking black woman stand up on the bus, walk over to this really loud bitch on her cell phone and slap the shit out of her.
You guys ever hear of the term 'wig glue'? The girl on her phone needed some.
I speak for everyone on that bus, driver included, when I say we were all grateful.

 

[DDBCAE CBAADCBE]

The first and last time I ever took a bus across state lines there was a bomb threat made by a black lady and we ended up having to pull over and wait for hours in the Nevada desert.

 

[MerriedxReldnahc]

This is a bit of a crossover with the school stories thread since the adventures of this guy's weirdness spans from my former college to the whole RTA system-
So there's this middle-aged dude who attended, and most likely still attends, my former college. It's a community college so older people are pretty common, but he's one of those people who only seems to be there to have *something* to do with his life. And stalk 18 year old girls and take pictures of them with or without consent. A campus-wide email went out about this once, warning students about a weirdo with a camera. He's got a whole stack of sexual harrasment reports against him, whole administration knows about him and wont do anything about him, yada yada...

What does this have to do with public transportation? Well, he's got quite the reputation on the RTA. People nicknamed him "Kramer" though I personally think he looks more like Vladamir Harkonnen minus 200 pounds and the face herpes. EVERYONE knows about him, everyone jokes about him being a creepy fuck though everyone is a little scared of him. The drivers thankfully all know about him being an issue and will not hesitate to report him to the main office for being a creeper. I assume that you can't legally bar someone from public transportation permenantly, but he's gotten temporary bans in the past. When I first started college I was taking the bus home and would have interactions with him, and while he was never overtly creepy to me he always had such a weird vibe. There was something very not-right about this guy and it bothered me enough to stop taking the bus home and just wait for a ride. It wasn't until a few years later that I heard all the gossip about him and become more creeped out.

 

[MrTickles]

Public transportation? Fucking peasants, KYS.

 

[8777BB5]

There was that time I got to drive a lightrail set.

 

[OJ 473]

Busses would be nice if they weren't the main mode of transportation for the mentally ill. I'm fine with being around them usually but they can be a bit unpredictable and put everyone on edge. The only weird stuff I've seen is schizos arguing with themselves which is admittedly frightening.

 

[TaimuRadiu]

I got called a whore by a Saracen on the bus for not wearing a hijab in Moslem controlled territory. (Dearborn, MI)

 

[Maskull]

Busses would be nice if they weren't the main mode of transportation for the mentally ill. I'm fine with being around them usually but they can be a bit unpredictable and put everyone on edge. The only weird stuff I've seen is schizos arguing with themselves which is admittedly frightening.

It's worse when their argument encompasses innocent individual. I have in this year alone experienced schizophrenic babbling turn hostile three times. One of which I felt in danger of my welfare.

 

[Midlife Sperglord]

A white meth hoe gave a clothed lap dance to a large black man. While this man was sitting right next to me. And I had the window seat, and these people looked like stereotypical trailer trash that would claim I was victimizing them by asking to move around them.

That is my single most fucked up bus story, there.

 

[polonium]

I was on the suburban train going across town to get to the bar where we have a monthly book club and a guy bursts into the train and sits down looking flustered. Straight behind him comes a drunken abo, who stands right over the guy and starts swearing and threatening him. The seated white guy isn't intimidated though, stands up, screams at him to get the fuck out and proceeded to slap the shit out of the aboriginal. Turns out the abo and his female had been blocking the escalator and wouldn't move, which is fairly common tbh so I tend to believe it. He'd nudged them to get them to get out of the way so he could get onto the platform and board the train, and the followed him on thinking they were going to start something, but it really did not go the way they thought it would lol.

 

[Mike R]

I was suggested to make the thread in chat. Others said they may be interested. Sorry if my story was too autistic.

Why the fuck are you apologizing, have you learned nothing from Trump? Also, public transportation is for poor people.

 

[betterbullocks]

This isn't anything remarkable, but back in high school I took the bus to school the first two years. A lot of the time I would be the only person at my bus stop, but probably a third of the time I'd wait with this girl who I will call Kelly. Holy fuck. Kelly would not stop talking. She's probably the sweetest person I've ever met, but I genuinely think she was on the spectrum because she could NOT read cues. I'm not talking about "I'm disinterested" cues. I went to a cram school and averaged 1-3 hours a night for most of my time at the school. I pulled all-nighters frequently. I would fall asleep, standing straight up, with a 30-40lb backpack on, mid conversation, and she would KEEP TALKING. I hope she's doing alright nowadays because she really is a genuinely gold hearted girl, but goddamn. Let me sleep.

 

[Gordon Cole]

I was riding the campus shuttle to the train station in order to go to work. There was snow reported, but I was expecting a flurry at most. Literally seconds after I sat down, I get an email from my manager saying that my shift was cancelled so I changed my plan to get some snacks and wait out the storm, catching the next shuttle. It took me a half hour to realize that there was no next shuttle.

I ran into my friend who was getting off their shift at the Chipotle, and we just sat at the Dunkin' Donuts trying to figure out what the fuck to do now, until a homeless person came up to us, told us his life story in that sort of rambling, circuitous way that only the homeless are capable of and we awkwardly stood there for what felt like another half hour until we decided to nope the fuck out and camp out at the mall. At this point, the snow was a half a foot deep and we were both ill-dressed for the elements, so a simple walk around the block became a ten-minute hike.

We made it to the mall, got some Auntie Anne's in order to fill our stomachs and fight off hypothermia, and sat there trying to figure out what the fuck to do. The main road was closed due to a car crash, and getting an Uber home was absurdly expensive for two broke college kids, meaning that we had to go off other students who were willing to drive, which was horribly unreliable to begin with.

Eventually we heard that there was another shuttle parked to the side of the road about a mile away, and my friend and I were so beat down and exhausted with no other options that we decided to trudge through the storm, which was now a foot deep in order to make it. I had to lead the way, and together we were grunting our way through the snow like we're Jack Torrance at the end of The Shining, Kubrick stares and all. We eventually saw the shuttle and ran like the gates of Heaven were about to close at any minute.

We got on, and the very friendly Rasta bus driver was just glad we were alive. We met up with a group of rowdy theater kids who let us have beer, pretzels and vodka. We shot the shit with them for two more hours like we were a below-freezing Breakfast Club until the driver got the okay to head back to campus. We then slowly went through the normal route picking up very few other passengers, all the while we cranked up the radio and behaved like jackasses, taunting other cars stuck in the snow and the ringleader J pissing in a coke bottle. We eventually made it back to campus where me, my friend and two other people went back to J's apartment, hit the bong and watched The Golden Girls until we all left for the night. I still talk to a couple of people from that night.

The kindness and degeneracy of strangers is something else.

 

[Cedric_Eff]

There was a creepy old man who was groping women’s butt and me and a group of teenagers near me dragged him off the train and held him down until the police came to Oppama Station. The cops did told me I could’ve gotten into further trouble, but I didn’t somehow.

Also I encountered a group of Jehovah’s Witnesses. Nothing happened really, got a copy of the Watchtower Magazine.