Bus driver driving new route didn’t know about a gate. Slammed brakes. Disabled person flew off their wheel chair and landed face first.

And also a lost elderly person wandered onto the bus one time. So I presume happy ending cause driver ended his route to make sure she would be driven back home.

Waiting for a matatu and one dude starts beating the shit out of another. Two separate times.

Cool dude gets on near Bakersfield, sits next to me, drinks a 12 pack and tells me how he murdered people in prison.

Various people smoking crack, meth, and fety on trains and buses

Dude gets asked to turn his music down, goes on escalating and frankly impressive rant for 10 minutes about how he’s going to cut the guys head clean off with his machete

Various guys jacking off

Various rants against every race

Spent 90% of my life taking public transit and I love it. Big public transit fan and I wish people would intermingle more in general.

But, if you talk loudly or listen to music on the tinny speakers on your phone, you are the scum of the earth in my eyes. I’d rather have a dude strung out on heroin on the train than you, absolutely no hint of sarcasm.

Someone called the bus driver “woman” for being sensitive during an argument so he called the police on them.

i had a dude walk up to me and say “never just take unsolicited advice”

possibly the best advice i ever got. total mindfuck though

Back when I was in college I road the bus every day. Nothing even remotely as crazy as most of the comments here describing happened that I witnessed on those hundreds of bus rides There was the dude wearing a parka when the heat index was over 100, or the guy weeping holding a bouquet while heading into a residential area and those are honestly not that interesting because shit happens but I do have one story:

One fairly quiet bus ride I was seated in some of the sideways seats near the front and a lady seated across from me was reading a newspaper. My eyes are drifting as I’m listening to a podcast and suddenly I realize on the front of the paper this lady is reading is a photo of my dad. I asked her “excuse me, could I look at that paper quickly? That’s a photo of my dad there and I want to see what he’s been up to to get in the paper but hasn’t told me” and it turns out he helped run a Wikipedia edit-a-thon event at a local library to help encourage new contributors.

Somebody jumped in front of the train. I only caught it out of the corner of my eye and I thought it was a suitcase at first. I couldn’t fathom that it could be a person. I actually got on the train but when it didn’t move it dawned on me what had happened and then someone else confirmed it. Everyone just stared at each other in disbelief and then we all silently excited and went on about our way. Fuck, I completely forgot about that.

Weirdly, when I finally got to my destination there was a nun on a stretcher being rolled out of the building by EMTs. Strange day.

hopped on the local metro transport at like 6am. I sit down and try to not make eye contact with anyone and the smell hits me first.

dude like two seats down is passed the fuck out, dick in hand, legs stretched out, and he’s just shitting all over himself and the seat.

security comes over and tries to wake him up. they get loud and kinda rough with the guy. no response. they check for pulse. he ded. he big ded.

dude must have died mid stroke at some point in the morning commute and his bowels released soon after.

drugs are bad m’kay.

Two things come to mind:

• Subway rolls up with an empty car and I was like, “these fools aren’t on this sweet-ass empty car???”… yeah, dude taking a shit.
• Another being on the A Train, express, and stuck with mariachi band at full-tilt in a convenient 10-15min gap between stops.
• And one time we were the entertainment! Had to get the tree back to the apt, dragged that shit onto the train.

On a trip to San Francisco, the quintessential “gay mecca” of the USA I was on a bus making my way over towards Haight area (then planning to go visit Castro street aka the actual gayest part of San Francisco) there were a group of men on the bus going on a bigoted rant specifically about homosexual men ruining the country and going to hell and all that fun stuff on the LGBTQ+ agenda.

Like, I’d expect to hear that kind of stuff in the middle of Oklahoma’s rural hellscape (sans the bus part). But in San Francisco of all places?

One morning when I got on the Stockholm metro there was a guy, bombed out of his mind, he had tossed his jacket in the middle of the floor, and was messing about with bottle caps with water and syringes.

No one made a sound (this is normal in the Stockholm rush hour), and I reached out through the SL app chat feature to inform the security center about the situation

I told them that a poor guy on the train clearly needed help, didn’t speculate, but informed them about what I could see, told them what train it concerned and where on the train the guy was and gave a description of him.

Two stops later two security guards boarded the train and quickly lead him out, no screaming or disruption at all.

I don’t know what happened to the guy after that, but I was careful to stay neutral yet concerned for the guy’s health, and I hope he finally got the help he needed if not wanted at the time and is doing much better now.

Public transport and living in a apartment made me really dislike people. Its enough with one weirdo to destroy a good nights sleep or a public transport journey for everyone.

Some humans are pretty much animals and just do what they want without any thoughts about others.

Idk if this counts as crazy but one day a guy went up to me and said “hey I’m about to smoke meth. Its probably going to smell so you can change seats if you want to.” And then I did and that was basically it.

Guy had a baseball bat with nails on the crowded greenline in Boston. Pretty sure it was used for holding multiple plastic bags on his shoulder, but it was still kinda freaky

I watched a guy chug a bottle of orange Listerine, ramble incoherently for ten minutes, then proceed to have uncontrollable diarrhea all over the seat before getting off the train.

hoo boy have I got a story for you!

It’s my first day heading to work after moving to a new apartment. I get on the bus around 7 AM. My guide dog (Guide Dog 1 from a previous post) is under my seat with her head poking out a bit into the aisle.

A few stops down route and this drunk lady gets on and sits right next to me. I’m a little annoyed but it’s public transit and a lack of personal space is par for the course.

“Oh, a doggy,” she slurs in Spanish, attempting to pet my dog’s head. Unfortunately she misses and starts petting my leg instead. I jump up and relocate to another seat, but not before telling the woman “Please don’t touch my dog, and don’t touch me either.” The rest of the ride she’s groping the air in the general direction of my dog.

Some other anecdotes in no particular order:

• Someone in the back of the bus screaming “It’s my birthday WOOOOOOOO!”
• A lady ranting at the driver to stop for a good 20 minutes because she has to pee
• A smelly bum falling asleep on my shoulder

I have to mention a time where I was probably the strange one: after the lockdowns ended but while masking was still common, I would wear a full respirator with face shield, basically a gas mask, while on the bus. My rationale is that a normal paper or cloth mask stops the wearers germs from getting out but doesn’t do so well at stopping them from getting in. I can’t see who is or isn’t wearing a mask, so I’m going to wear something that WILL protect me against the non maskers.

EDIT:

Oh and the time my bus got cut off by another bus and the driver got out and started yelling at the other driver. I was already within walking distance of my destination, so I just noped off the bus before it could escalate.

EDIT 2:

same bus as the drunk dog petter, this guy would get on at the stop after mine. I called him Mr. Bucket because he always carried this large white plastic bucket that smelled absolutely foul.

EDIT 3:

I get on a bus (different city) while wearing a lanyard with a name badge on it. I forget to slip the lanyard under my shirt, and this lady leans in and grabs the lanyard to examine the card.

Her: “You’re from [name of place on the lanyard]?”

Me, unable to lie at this point: “…yes”.