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Who was the worst person you've ever sat next to/shared a seat with?
I was on a two hour bus ride to a water park. It was almost fully funded by the church my friend was going to. He invited me and I decided to tag along. I'm not religious or anything, but he was my best friend. It was late in the seventh grade. I took my seat near at back of the bus. I was super excited about the water park. Then a fat girl came on the bus. 16/15, orange hair, at least 400 fucking pounds. She took a seat next to me. Of all the people she could have sat with, it was me. It was a good looking upper-middle class bus with arm rests, cushiony seats, a small toilet room, and TVs.
Anyways, she came over to the seat, put the armrests down so she could fit, and plopped her lardy fucking ass right down. I was sitting on the window side of the seat, and her ass was rubbing against me and her arm fat was smooshed over my arm. And this went on for two hours. About halfway through the bus ride I got a boner for no reason (It was that stage in my life where my voice cracked with every sentence and I got erections at the most incontinent times). She saw the bulge in my pants indicating I had an erection and she smiled at me. She then scooted over at me to get as close as possible and fucking cuddled with me, as if I got that raging hard on for her. Really, that shit seemed to last for at least 10 minutes. I was embarrassed, angry, and I just wanted to go to the fucking water park. She asked me my name, home, number, etc. I gave her false information and we finally got to the park. It was fun, and I was relived to not see her there the whole time. We got back on the bus and shit was the same. She sat right next to me and got as close as fucking possible,cuddling me with her repulsive fatty arms. Then, at the end of the ride, when we all got up and started to leave, she fucking kissed me on the cheek. I didn't say even say anything, I just shrugged it off. But that was my first kiss. From a morbidly obese ginger on a bus that reeked of perfume. Fuck. Seventh grade was shit.
You're so retarded, not only do you have down syndrome, you have up, down, left, AND right syndrome.
I was on a train ride that took about 3 or so hours, and it had a delay during the train ride that took an hour.
It would have been fine, except there was this family from Kansas, and god they wouldn't shut up.
They kept talking, laughing, talking, laughing; it was a god damn nightmare. And they were so fucking obnoxious about it, I just wanted to scream.
I thanked God it was over, I couldn't stand another minute.
Can't think of the worst, so I'll just mention two:
-My bitch stepmom in general
-At a concert that was poppin', there was this stiff strict-looking guy standing next to me. What a stiff.
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At 1/6/13 10:12 PM, Xenomit wrote:At 1/6/13 10:01 PM, dragoswrath wrote: She asked me my name, home, number, etc. I gave her false informationTrue man
I'm not sure if that was sarcastic or not. I'm obviously not going to give my personal information away to a fat ginger girl I'm not even interested in. What was I supposed to do?
You're so retarded, not only do you have down syndrome, you have up, down, left, AND right syndrome.
I've always had the best luck on public transportation. One time on a whole bus fulla freaks I somehow found a seat next to a sane-looking mid 20's dude who seemed to know what he was doing. My Mother had to take the seat behind me, next to some elderly foreign woman rocking (her?) baby who appeared to be less than a year old. She was trying to lull it to sleep with some repetitive song in some language I probably couldn't pronounce the name of. She sang the same six or seven (words?) over and over in her gravelly aged voice for maybe three hours, after which the lyrics to the tune were firmly planted into my mind. Since I got off the bus, I figured I'd eventually forget the horrendous chant, but to this day I can remember it all. I'd type it here, but I don't think my keyboard has all the characters.
At 1/6/13 10:44 PM, dragoswrath wrote: I'm not sure if that was sarcastic or not. I'm obviously not going to give my personal information away to a fat ginger girl I'm not even interested in. What was I supposed to do?
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TC, that story was awesome. Not for you, but i had a laugh. I feel for you though, random erections suck,
Anyway the worst person i've ever sat next to, wasn't really next to me but i didn't really make much difference. It was at the school auditorium for some assembly and even though he sat 3 seats away from i could very clearly smell him and christ did he smell like SHIT. It's like he rolled around in shit and washed it off with watered down shit, and then proceeded to eat some shit before shitting again and rolling around in that too.
So a fat girl cuddled you. Poor baby. She sounds like she was confident enough to see you may have liked her and she acted on it. And what did you do? Play along. No sympathy.
For all of 8th grade, I had to sit next to this weird girl on the bus, that couldn't put her fucking book bag on her lap, she had to keep it by her side, which made her have to sit close to me, and her elbow would just dig into me. I've seriously asked this girl easily over 100 times to slide over, or just put her bookbag on her lap, I don't see what the big deal is, and I would either get no reply, or she would say "I cant". I've even asked my bus driver if I could change seats, but she wouldn't let me. Why the hell did we have assigned seats on the bus? I'm getting pissed off just thinking about it.
We had to sit in our assigned place too, I was next to the window, crushed between the wall of the bus and this fucking weirdo.
I've never had any particularly bad experiences, but one time on the school bus this dude sitting beside me was backed all the goddamn way into me. I was next to the window and he had the whole damn seat but was still sitting far enough in to pin me to the wall. Either he didn't notice or he wanted the D.
At 1/6/13 10:01 PM, dragoswrath wrote: Fuck. Seventh grade was shit.
yeah, the start of junior high school wasn't exactly the best of times for me either. but that's behind me now because it was like 10 years ago
i try not to use public transportation because i think it would make me hate people
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I haven't been out since I was a baby, so nobody. I don't put myself in these situations. I lay in my bedroom which is a safe bubble of joy and the internet. My mother brings me snacks and stuff so I don't have to be exposed to this terrible world.
At 1/7/13 01:11 AM, selena wrote: I haven't been out since I was a baby, so nobody. I don't put myself in these situations. I lay in my bedroom which is a safe bubble of joy and the internet. My mother brings me snacks and stuff so I don't have to be exposed to this terrible world.
Sounds like your living the good life. Anyways, this is a tough one for me, since I can't really pick one person. I'm going to have to say every person I sat next to from elementary to high school. They always treated me like garbage and purposefully avoided as much as possible...I never bothered anyone either, I just usually minded my own business and didn't start any mess with anyone. I guess I was just an easy target. Starting college this month, so maybe it will get better
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not too long ago, i had to make a few trips to the hospital and take the bus back home. everytime at almost every day i sat at that bus stop a filthy guy with a plastic bag full of beer would come and sit next to me until the bus arrived, he'd try to make conversation with me at first which was okay, but by the next day he'd say things like "i'm not gonna hurt you" and would lean over in my direction to talk.
i can stand sitting next to people who stink, but when they give a vibe of brutal murder it gets a bit iffy.
Some guy I used to work with that smelled like rotting asshole on a constant basis. He was a pretty big dude, so I'm pretty sure that he just wasn't able to reach his ass to wash it. Also he was kinda douchey anyway.
any time i got on a bus and someone tried to start a conversation with me. people are awful and they dont leave you alone no matter what youre doing. the absolute worst is recent. i was drawing in my book on a bus and a guy told me i was 'doing it wrong' and kept giving me what he thought were pointers on how to improve it. at one point he took the book from me and drew weird lines that ruined my initial idea but i had to be polite and thank him for his lines and feedback. bin'd the sketch when he got off the bus.
At 1/7/13 03:08 AM, Bees wrote: at one point he took the book from me and drew weird lines that ruined my initial idea but i had to be polite and thank him for his lines and feedback. bin'd the sketch when he got off the bus.
LOL. No that's when you're supposed to punch someone in the face. That's not normal and i'd probably have a public freakout if someone took something out of my hands.
I remember being about 8 or 9 and sitting in a school assembly and the weird kid from our year was behind me. Clive Sullivan. And he started touching me. I didn't know what to do so I just continued to sit there while he ran his hands over my hips and bottom and round to my tummy I think. I can't remember how long the assembly was on for or what the topic was, or who I was sitting next to, or any other details, just remember that and his hands. And that is literally a memory I haven't thought about in so many years. 10 maybe more years. Just reading this topic and actively thinking about bad person I've sat with jogged it. So yeah, that.
Okay it was, in Year 9? Year 8? I can't remember, but this tall-ass guy who had a small afro kept on saying things like he was going to kill me, beat me up e.t.c, he was close to, but he never did, one time he threw my pen in the bin as he was walking out of the classroom (he was sent out because the teacher) I had to dig my pen out, luckily it was an empty bin - still, that's besides the point - anyway, we are friends now, but I still have my eye on him.
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my daily college bus drive home is just trying 2 avoid ppl or try to ignore them politely lol
i do not want you in my vicinity
Wow, your story makes me think I'm actually in luck.
My school bus is always that full I usually can't sit, so I don't have space to move, and a friend (not really) gets bullied by this 16 year old all the time, which results into my friend (not really) taking it out on me to pretend like a cool guy in front of the bully (he's kinda cool tho), the 16 year old keeps making awful/mean puns against my friend (not really) for no reason, my friend (not really) laughs and when I laugh with him, he gets all pissed at me.
And sometimes, there's this goddamn ugly ginger sitting in a seat in front of the pole I'm holding, so I wouldn't fall when the buss takes a turn. And he keeps punching and touching my incredibly skinny arms, which I find incredibly annoying, yes I'm skinny, Christ, deal the fuck with it and stop being so surprised about how thin my arm is and stop punching.
The first day he did it, I punched him back tho, and he didn't do shit. But he did it again a year later, and I couldn't do anything because I was squished between other students.
Back in 7th or 8th grade, I was going on the end of the year trip to Carowinds, and we had pretty similar busses, arm rests, comfortable seats, bathroom, all that lot. There were about 15 or so seats left, and this guy who I had made pretty damn clear to him that I couldn't stand, decided to sit next to me. He'd been classified with autism, ADHD, and something else that I forget, and was possibly the most obnoxious fucker I'd ever met. He kept trying to talk to me the entire ride, which was an hour to get there, despite me constantly telling him to shut up and to leave me alone. He had even brought some type of game system, probably a DS considering the time period, and was playing some game with ridiculously high-pitched music at full blast. I made a few attempts to just take it from him, which eventually scared him into putting the damn thing away, but he had it out for a good half hour or so. The second we got there, I put as much distance between me and him as possible, and on the way back I got one of my friends to take the seat next to me. The worst part about it was that the guy who had sat next to me the way there had the gall to ask my friend to sit somewhere else, because he wanted to sit in the same place he had the way there. When my friend got up (he had the window seat), I just put my arm in front of me and told him to sit back down and the other guy to go away. He literally just stood there for five minutes bitching and moaning about how he wanted to sit there, and finally a teacher had to tell him to just sit somewhere else.
Seriously, who even reads these things anymore?
O was on the bus home from my campus. To pass the time I always play my PSP. Some asspie sat next to me. The moment he saw my PSP he started blathering on about how the Xbox 360 is better than the PSP. He never explained why. He just tossed around memes and rambled on about how Halo is "da best game evah". I told him that Halo was a ripoff of Killzone and that it was over 9,000 times better and he shut his fat trap. Then I spent the ride trying to play Spyro while the moron hovered over me.
A murderer (probably)
well actually, I dont know if I ever sat next to him but I sure did see him
long story short, he goes to a party with his girlfriend and in excitement of the party he decided to kill his girlfriend by stabbing her.
In Primary School, about Year 5 or 6, the headmaster decided to stop being such a yellow eyed cunt for the day and sat us all in the hall, where he informed the entire school that 'The Grinch' would be playing on the shitty, barely see-able power point screen set up at the front of the hall (where all the light shines...great). Despite this, and the fact that we'd seen The Grinch three years in a row now (Fuck you Jim Carrey!), the whole school went nuts. "Great!" we all thought; no lessons, a film, and we can basically talk to our friends throughout the entire thing. Me and my friend Tom sit ourselves down on the wooden flooring of the hall; excited about not doing any work. When the weirdest fucker in the school, Gwylim Morris, decides to sit beside us. He was two years below us, and out of all the fucking space in the hall, he decides to plonk himself down RIGHT fucking beside us. He stunk of shit, had lice (some were so big you could literally fucking see them), had some kind of disorder that made him an obnoxious cuntbucket, and was generally a weird, random fucker who is most likely now: a) dead b) a mass murderer c) in solitary confinement.
He turns to us; his grey (not kidding, this kid got no sun) face lighting up; and proclaims "I like playing with Domino's pizzas!", and turns away. That's it. Nothing else said. "What the fuck?" me and Tom think as we turn to each other with bewildered, scared looks. To this day, I have no idea what the fuck he was on about. Maybe he likes scrunching up the pizza's in his hands and rubbing them on his face or some shit? I'm fucked if I know. For the next hour or so, every time me and Tom go to talk o each other, he snaps angrily towards us, finger held to his perced lips; "SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Alright, pizza-fucker, calm down. The stench of rotting corpses is unbearable, and we're both wincing. He guffaws loudly at everything The Grinch says and does, causing everyone to turn around and look at him. As the film drew to an end, he loudly, and proudly, shit himself. He parked a turd right there and then, on the hard wooden floorboards, where the sound/rumble of his fart traveled and everyone either heard or felt it. Everyone turns around to see him smiling dreamily. He's pulled up by his TA (Teaching Assistant), and his trousers are literally caked in shit! You can imagine the nicknames that followed...