What's the craziest thing you have ever seen someone do on public transit?
What's the craziest thing you have ever seen someone do on public transit?
Given that the exact same question is the current top post but for driving instead of transit, I feel this question was needed.
My answer: I saw some guys hooking up a Raclette Grill to the outlet in an otherwise empty German intercity rail waggon. They had it unpacked in one of these 4 person seats with a small table. No idea if that could work or if draws too much power from the board net. I just headed on to the next waggon.
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Once I was working at a train station on a nice, sunny afternoon, and there was a fella on the platform with a sharpened bit of PVC just waving it about, threatening people. I did as I was supposed to, stayed in the booking office, told security and the train guards, etc, but I was telling people not to go down to the platform because there was a fella waving a sharpened bit of PVC about, and they were saying "oh don't be daft", "oh I can't miss this train", and so on. I for one would let someone off if they were late because a fella was waving a sharpened bit of PVC about at the train station, but everyone who lived around the station was an hard knock or something.
Once I was working at a different station a bit further out in the sticks, and I was watching the CCTV as the train on the down platform was letting out. I saw someone walk into the car park, duck down between two cars, and walk away in different clothes. Bit odd, I thought, but fine, they're not causing trouble. Then a man came to the window and he was apoplectic: "some fella's just got off there and now he's got a dress on!" So I said yeah mate, I've just seen that on the CCTV. This man stayed there for at least a few minutes repeatedly complaining to me that this other fella had got off the train and changed into a dress. I found it weirder that he was so upset about it, honestly.
Once I was on the way home from work on Orangeman's Day (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Twelfth) and of course the train was rammed. I was sort of looking around, surveying the scene, and this bloke at the arse-end of the carriage suddenly piped up: "fuck the pope! Wahehey!" which I found a bit bemusing, but it'd of course been a dogshite day at work so I didn't engage any further.
I've probably got hundreds of these anecdotes if I could jog my memory a bit. I had a bit of a talent for straddling the line of acceptability when writing the reports to security, which got sent to every booking office, so I ended up with a reputation and the nickname Mad Bob.
My dude, I haven't had this much fun in an accent since Ideal was on BBC.
Oh, and Johnny Vegas is from the neighbouring borough in the county I'm from, so quite apt.
Since its beginning, the Twelfth has been accompanied by violence between Ulster Protestants and Catholics, especially during times of political tension.
A beautiful celebration of heritage.
It's basically the reason for the season as far as I remember!