I've already got my copy of
Night Train Murders so I'm just entering for the fun of it!
As a dedicated pedestrian and public transport patron I have literally millions of horrific tales.
The worst one, however, is incredibly simple. One day I was travelling into Liverpool city centre to go to a lecture. I knew in advance that the trains were off due to engineering work so I decided to get the bus. I get on, flash my student pass, sit down and get my book out - so far, so good.
Two stops later, a man gets on and sits behind me. Everything was OK for about five seconds. Then I began to smell it. It can only be described as the smell of someone who does not understand the use of showers, washing machines and toilet paper. Worse still, it was a hot day and traffic was heavy. Even with all the windows open the smell was unavoidable. It even stayed after he had gotten off.
The moral of the story?
Don't sit by me on a bus or I'll go on the Internet and tell everyone that you smell!
