Last night I joined my husband and a friend of his at the Royal Oak. After discussing various topics, we started to share some of our more outrageous tales of riding on the OC Transpo, since three of us are regular bus patrons. His friend-I’ll call him Ed-Since he is from Edmonton, Alberta, had some interesting tales of his experiences with Ottawa’s only method of public transit. Here are some exerpts from the conversation*:
Ed: “I was on the number 2 bus, which is usually..interesting, when this woman got on with a stroller. She sat at the front of the bus and her baby started to cry. She tried to calm him down but he kept screaming non-stop. Everyone else on the bus is trying to ignore the noise and not give the woman a hard time. But there is this guy sitting near her who keeps glaring at the screaming baby. “
Ed: “Finally, he gets up and says to her: ‘Ma’am, I think your baby is possessed by the Devil and I must exorcise him’.
Ed: “Yes, so he puts his hands on the baby’s forehead and starts chanting and demanding the demon leave this poor child. Meanwhile the woman is pulling the exit cord, like ‘ding, ding, ding. let me off NOW!’
Me: “Hahah, that’s awesome”
Ed: “It was the craziest thing I have ever witnessed on that bus”
Me: “Somebody once told me that two women got into fisticuffs on the 95 or something over a bus seat. One of them had her bag on the seat next to her, so no-one could sit down. The other woman got annoyed at this and said: ‘Did you bag pay to ride the bus too?’
Me: “Well this caused the woman sitting down to fly into a rage and they got into a huge brawl, while everyone else ran to the back to get away from them. One of the women, pulled the others sweater over her head, like they do in hockey games. These were middle-aged, yuppies who live in the suburbs.”
Ed: “You never expect women like that to get into that kind of confrontation.”
Me: “Nope, but it looks like they do” (Or at least when it comes to life and death stuff like a bus seat. LOL).
Hubby: “I once saw a woman get on the bus and she asked for a transfer even though she had a bus pass. Well she took the bus pass, licked it and stuck in this binder that had hundreds of other passes. “
Ed and me thinking ‘WTH?’
Me: “There’s this guy who rides on the 101 with me. He has these oversized headphones on and his music literally blares from them, so everyone can hear. The worst part is he listens to shitty music like Nickleback, so its 45-minutes of crap that no one can tune out. I also listen to music, but I keep it nowhere near that loud, but when he sits next to me, everyone keeps turning around and giving me dirty looks, like I’m too blame for the cheesy cock rock. Nobody says anything to him though because he looks like a football player-He’s bald, with huge muscles and is 6’5 or something.”
Ed: “Man! I can’t wait until I get a car”
Me: *Laughs* “Yeah at least with a car you don’t have to sit next to the jerks and weirdos, you just hear them honk their horns”
How about you guys? Any crazy bus stories you would like to share?
*Ed gave his permission to be quoted on this site, as did Hubby*