Yep – it’s all a-happening down in Bristol.
From the Bristol Post 27/02/17:
A woman [called Sian, it seems] claims she was physically sick in the street after a passenger on a First Bus wiped a bogey on her leg.
Shocked and disgusted, she got off the bus and told First Bus she "puked in the middle of the street" in a complaint made on Twitter.
She said she wasn't sure if the incident was an accident or intentional but branded it "gross" in a series of outraged tweets.
"Some guy picked his nose next to me and left a boogie on my jeans," she wrote.
Responding to the complaint on social media, First Bus West of England said the incident should be reported to the police as an assault.
Sian said she would not be taking the matter any further as it was "just a boogie", instead asking for some complimentary bus tickets.
Her request, however, was rejected
Well – booger me. Poor Sian. Not even a complimentary ticket to ride the bus and have another opportunity for a passenger to, y’know, wipe snot all over her. Sian – you’re a glutton for punishment.
Let’s face it: anything can happen on public transport. I was on a late-night train back from a client meeting in Leeds several years ago, when, towards the very end of the journey, I heard a curious loud rustling sound. It sounded much as though somebody was trying to scrunch up a sheet of
baking parchment greaseproof paper. It happened a few times and I didn’t think anything of it until I suddenly became aware of everybody in front of me scrambling back in earnest. This was followed, almost instantaneously, by a wave of very strong smell – something like spirit alcohol mixed with something I couldn’t quite place.
It quickly emerged that a young chap – he looked roughly in his mid-teens – had tried to consume his bodyweight in spirits and was now retching it up in the carriage. The rustling/scrunching sound was the contents of his stomach hitting the floor. Nice.
Suffice it to say, I, like my fellow passengers didn’t hang about, and was out of my seat in a flash and moving towards the back of the carriage like a scalded cat. The kid, thankfully, decided to get off at the next stop, but not before being admonished by the unimpressed train crew.
It’s a train journey that I won’t forget. A bit like this one.
I wonder if Michael Palin would be interested in reconstructing it for one of his ponderous railway shows…
Interestingly, this isn’t the first snot-related-possible-assault themed post that I’ve ever posted. Remember this?