I always remember the time years ago I had my knees up against the seat of a bus. Now, I wouldn't have my knees up against any seat that's occupied, obviously. But this seat wasn't. There was a man in the seat next to it, though, and he took fairly profane exception. So I put my knees down, noting however (in calm, reasonable tones) that he hadn't actually been in that seat. Cue a baffling and slightly scary torrent of verbal abuse, threats, character assassinations and other shit that no apology could abate. It became a show for the entire bus, a show of hardness and rage. I AM MAN! HEAR ME ROAR!
I always remember that man, and wonder what about his life made him so angry, so exhibitionist in his anger. Because it surely wasn't someone having their knees up against the seat next to his on a bus.
I always remember the time years ago I had my knees up against the seat of a bus. Now, I wouldn't have my knees up against any seat that's occupied, obviously. But this seat wasn't. There was a man in the seat next to it, though, and he took fairly profane exception. So I put my knees down, noting however (in calm, reasonable tones) that he hadn't actually been in that seat. Cue a baffling and slightly scary torrent of verbal abuse, threats, character assassinations and other shit that no apology could abate. It became a show for the entire bus, a show of hardness and rage. I AM MAN! HEAR ME ROAR!
I always remember that man, and wonder what about his life made him so angry, so exhibitionist in his anger. Because it surely wasn't someone having their knees up against the seat next to his on a bus.
I'm sorry, my mum had just phoned me in the pub and told me I had to come home.
I liked the story I read somewhere about the guy asking someone to put their headphones in rather than playing their music aloud to all on the train (or bus). They wouldn't.. so he started to read his book aloud page by page until they stopped.
And another sitting on a bloke's bag because he refused to move it to let someone sit down.
I got a bit a abuse last week on the bus as I asked a guy if his bag was nice and comfy on its own seat as I trudged past him to squish in a seat at the back. He weren't happy, he was shouting back at me the whole way down the hill... I need to rein it in a bit as I might get a wallop soon as im always moaning at my beautiful fellow commuters.
I liked the story I read somewhere about the guy asking someone to put their headphones in rather than playing their music aloud to all on the train (or bus). They wouldn't.. so he started to read his book aloud page by page until they stopped.
And another sitting on a bloke's bag because he refused to move it to let someone sit down.
I got a bit a abuse last week on the bus as I asked a guy if his bag was nice and comfy on its own seat as I trudged past him to squish in a seat at the back. He weren't happy, he was shouting back at me the whole way down the hill... I need to rein it in a bit as I might get a wallop soon as im always moaning at my beautiful fellow commuters.
for gawds sake don't get the 244 or 380 from Woolwich to Thamesmead. There's going to be a murder before long..
I always remember the time years ago I had my knees up against the seat of a bus. Now, I wouldn't have my knees up against any seat that's occupied, obviously. But this seat wasn't. There was a man in the seat next to it, though, and he took fairly profane exception. So I put my knees down, noting however (in calm, reasonable tones) that he hadn't actually been in that seat. Cue a baffling and slightly scary torrent of verbal abuse, threats, character assassinations and other shit that no apology could abate. It became a show for the entire bus, a show of hardness and rage. I AM MAN! HEAR ME ROAR!
I always remember that man, and wonder what about his life made him so angry, so exhibitionist in his anger. Because it surely wasn't someone having their knees up against the seat next to his on a bus.
I know you find it fun to have a different view to the majority, but trying to argue that it's not wrong to put your feet on train seats is taking it a bit far.
Exactly. Left wing, right wing. Remainer or not. You just don't fuck with trains.
Another story. The closest I've come to incurring GBH on public transport was on a train to Bristol, again many years ago. I was moving down a packed train with no seats available, and happened to lightly brush past the wrong guy. He lost it, effing and blinding for no reason other than to assert his manhood. Except I didn't just take it, but without turning round I calmly suggested something along the lines of "...and you have an anger problem, you c**t".
"WHAT DID YOU SAY???"
It was only the hilariously stereotypical "leave it he's not worth it" of his spouse that saved me from having a bulging-veined oaf stumbling after me on a crowded intercity train
Microscopic amounts of street detritus on your kecks - no more really than you'd pick up by other means - versus being 'sorted out', punched, possibly permanently injured. Who knew that crime (assault) had so many advocates on CL?
I personally avoid stepping in shit. And if I had stepped in it, or if my shoes were muddy, then I wouldn't put them on the seats, would I? Everything else is trace amounts and can be disregarded. You're not going to catch toxocariasis on the 18.07 out of Cannon Street because someone had their feet on your seat on the way in.
I'd like to see a Mythbusters-style forensic analysis of two seats, one of which had passengers sit on it and one of which had a combination of bums and feet. I bet there wouldn't be much difference, microbially speaking.
The real issue here, if there is one, is people who let their dogs shit in the road and don't clean it up. They're the real enemy. Focus your violent fantasies on them.
Why can you not sit in a seat upright with your feet on the floor? Would it be acceptable for visitor to your home to park their feet on your furniture?
Another story. The closest I've come to incurring GBH on public transport was on a train to Bristol, again many years ago. I was moving down a packed train with no seats available, and happened to lightly brush past the wrong guy. He lost it, effing and blinding for no reason other than to assert his manhood. Except I didn't just take it, but without turning round I calmly suggested something along the lines of "...and you have an anger problem, you c**t".
"WHAT DID YOU SAY???"
It was only the hilariously stereotypical "leave it he's not worth it" of his spouse that saved me from having a bulging-veined oaf stumbling after me on a crowded intercity train
You try the words "sorry mate"; people appreciate that.
Another story. The closest I've come to incurring GBH on public transport was on a train to Bristol, again many years ago. I was moving down a packed train with no seats available, and happened to lightly brush past the wrong guy. He lost it, effing and blinding for no reason other than to assert his manhood. Except I didn't just take it, but without turning round I calmly suggested something along the lines of "...and you have an anger problem, you c**t".
"WHAT DID YOU SAY???"
It was only the hilariously stereotypical "leave it he's not worth it" of his spouse that saved me from having a bulging-veined oaf stumbling after me on a crowded intercity train
You try the words "sorry mate"; people appreciate that.
Yeah, I probably did say 'sorry' at first. I know my ps and qs.
Another story. The closest I've come to incurring GBH on public transport was on a train to Bristol, again many years ago. I was moving down a packed train with no seats available, and happened to lightly brush past the wrong guy. He lost it, effing and blinding for no reason other than to assert his manhood. Except I didn't just take it, but without turning round I calmly suggested something along the lines of "...and you have an anger problem, you c**t".
"WHAT DID YOU SAY???"
It was only the hilariously stereotypical "leave it he's not worth it" of his spouse that saved me from having a bulging-veined oaf stumbling after me on a crowded intercity train
You try the words "sorry mate"; people appreciate that.
Yeah, I probably did say 'sorry' at first. I know my ps and qs.
Microscopic amounts of street detritus on your kecks - no more really than you'd pick up by other means - versus being 'sorted out', punched, possibly permanently injured. Who knew that crime (assault) had so many advocates on CL?
I personally avoid stepping in shit. And if I had stepped in it, or if my shoes were muddy, then I wouldn't put them on the seats, would I? Everything else is trace amounts and can be disregarded. You're not going to catch toxocariasis on the 18.07 out of Cannon Street because someone had their feet on your seat on the way in.
I'd like to see a Mythbusters-style forensic analysis of two seats, one of which had passengers sit on it and one of which had a combination of bums and feet. I bet there wouldn't be much difference, microbially speaking.
The real issue here, if there is one, is people who let their dogs shit in the road and don't clean it up. They're the real enemy. Focus your violent fantasies on them.
Why can you not sit in a seat upright with your feet on the floor? Would it be acceptable for visitor to your home to park their feet on your furniture?
Yes it would, please get as cosy as you like at my gaff
Another story. The closest I've come to incurring GBH on public transport was on a train to Bristol, again many years ago. I was moving down a packed train with no seats available, and happened to lightly brush past the wrong guy. He lost it, effing and blinding for no reason other than to assert his manhood. Except I didn't just take it, but without turning round I calmly suggested something along the lines of "...and you have an anger problem, you c**t".
"WHAT DID YOU SAY???"
It was only the hilariously stereotypical "leave it he's not worth it" of his spouse that saved me from having a bulging-veined oaf stumbling after me on a crowded intercity train
Another story. The closest I've come to incurring GBH on public transport was on a train to Bristol, again many years ago. I was moving down a packed train with no seats available, and happened to lightly brush past the wrong guy. He lost it, effing and blinding for no reason other than to assert his manhood. Except I didn't just take it, but without turning round I calmly suggested something along the lines of "...and you have an anger problem, you c**t".
"WHAT DID YOU SAY???"
It was only the hilariously stereotypical "leave it he's not worth it" of his spouse that saved me from having a bulging-veined oaf stumbling after me on a crowded intercity train
Maybe, just maybe, it you, just a hunch.....!
Well he does seem to have had more than his fair share of people angry with him/her.
leuth must surely come across differently when travelling on public transport as I have never known him deliberately piss people off on here.
Another story. The closest I've come to incurring GBH on public transport was on a train to Bristol, again many years ago. I was moving down a packed train with no seats available, and happened to lightly brush past the wrong guy. He lost it, effing and blinding for no reason other than to assert his manhood. Except I didn't just take it, but without turning round I calmly suggested something along the lines of "...and you have an anger problem, you c**t".
"WHAT DID YOU SAY???"
It was only the hilariously stereotypical "leave it he's not worth it" of his spouse that saved me from having a bulging-veined oaf stumbling after me on a crowded intercity train
You try the words "sorry mate"; people appreciate that.
Yeah, I probably did say 'sorry' at first. I know my ps and qs.
PC gone mad. You should have done what so many of the posters here would have done and felled him with a single blow to the jaw, after which explaining that you only use your power for good.
Another story. The closest I've come to incurring GBH on public transport was on a train to Bristol, again many years ago. I was moving down a packed train with no seats available, and happened to lightly brush past the wrong guy. He lost it, effing and blinding for no reason other than to assert his manhood. Except I didn't just take it, but without turning round I calmly suggested something along the lines of "...and you have an anger problem, you c**t".
"WHAT DID YOU SAY???"
It was only the hilariously stereotypical "leave it he's not worth it" of his spouse that saved me from having a bulging-veined oaf stumbling after me on a crowded intercity train
Maybe, just maybe, it you, just a hunch.....!
Well he does seem to have had more than his fair share of people angry with him/her.
leuth must surely come across differently when travelling on public transport as I have never known him deliberately piss people off on here.
Every time I see his posts I am more and more convinced he/she is a troll, either that or very {...} unique
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I always remember that man, and wonder what about his life made him so angry, so exhibitionist in his anger. Because it surely wasn't someone having their knees up against the seat next to his on a bus.
And another sitting on a bloke's bag because he refused to move it to let someone sit down.
I got a bit a abuse last week on the bus as I asked a guy if his bag was nice and comfy on its own seat as I trudged past him to squish in a seat at the back. He weren't happy, he was shouting back at me the whole way down the hill... I need to rein it in a bit as I might get a wallop soon as im always moaning at my beautiful fellow commuters.
Reeks of weed and kids scoffing Moreley's chicken.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY???"
It was only the hilariously stereotypical "leave it he's not worth it" of his spouse that saved me from having a bulging-veined oaf stumbling after me on a crowded intercity train
Would it be acceptable for visitor to your home to park their feet on your furniture?
Would you rather someone's feet in your face, or someone's arse?
Yes it would, please get as cosy as you like at my gaff
It probably still is
A bit of fart gas never hurt anyone eh?
leuth must surely come across differently when travelling on public transport as I have never known him deliberately piss people off on here.
It's Thursday afternoon, I have dismissed the kids early and I have no marking to do!