Fail To The Bus Driver, Part 2

, , , , | Working | March 25, 2020

(I am riding the bus from New York City to Toronto, Canada. The bus stops at a town in upstate New York to let off some passengers. One man who is in an aisle seat gets up, probably because his seatmate wants to get off. The man gets off the bus so he won’t block the aisle, to get back on after the passengers headed for that town get off. After the passengers finish getting off, the driver closes the door and leaves. Outside the bus, the man is chasing the bus. The remaining passengers shout to alert the driver, but the bus driver ignores the passengers. One of the passengers even gets up to the driver to tell him that they left a passenger stranded, but the driver keeps going. Eventually, the bus stops at Buffalo, a city just before the Canadian border, switching drivers as the previous driver’s shift is over. When the bus stops at the border so the passengers can clear customs, the Canadian customs officers freaks out upon seeing a bag without an owner.)

Driver: “Whose bag is it?”

Passenger: “The other driver stranded a man somewhere in upstate New York.”

Driver: “What the f***?”

(So, the bus and the passengers crossed the border, leaving a bag stranded at the Canadian border.)

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Will Not Conduct Themselves To The Passenger’s Level

, , | Right | March 16, 2020

(I’m on a local train and I overhear this conversation between an irate passenger and the conductor.)

Passenger: “The bathroom is filthy. It’s disgusting.”

Conductor: “I apologise for the inconvenience.”

Passenger: “I don’t want an apology; I want you to clean it.”

Conductor: “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. I have no access to cleaning supplies.”

Passenger: “This is outrageous. I will press charges against you personally for causing a health hazard.”

(The conductor takes out a pen and a notepad and starts writing something down.)

Passenger: “Hey, what are you writing?”

Conductor: “My name, so you know whom to press charges against.”

(With that, the passenger realised the ridiculousness of his threat and wandered off without another word.)

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You Probably Shouldn’t Tackle Civilians, Either

, , , , , , , | Friendly | March 13, 2020

I take a ferry to get to work most days and the ferry dock has a lot of interesting people hanging around. I utilize the time on the ferry and the walk up to work listening to audiobooks on my earbuds or planning my meetings.

One day, I am suddenly tapped on the shoulder by a tall man who does the most interesting Inspector Clouseau impression saying, “You slowed down suddenly and my face hit your bag.” 

This is almost physically impossible but I just say, “Okay, look where you are going.”

Next thing I know, he is in my face saying, “I did not hear you. Are you going to say sorry or say something smart?”

I just say, “I am not going to say anything to you,” and start walking away along the walkway along the river.

I go maybe ten steps before instincts from years as a front line public safety officer get me to step sideways; I move just in time for the idiot from before to barrel past me for what must have been a charge meant for me. He runs unchecked into a support column for the shade structure and splashes into ankle-deep stinking muck from the preceding day’s stormwater discharge.

I would have the guy arrested but he just had karma served right in front of my eyes. Also, his female companion has spotted my badge and is hauling the stinking idiot towards the tap, muttering, “Of all the people, you pick on one with a badge.”

For the record, I am not a street cop.

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This Bus Terminates At I Don’t Care

, , , | Right | March 5, 2020

(I work as a bus driver and I’m at the end of my run when I notice a young man asleep at the back of the bus. I wake him up…)

Me: “Excuse me, but we’re at the last stop; you have to get off.”

Customer: “Oh, f***, you were supposed to drop me off at [Street]!”

Me: “Sorry, but you didn’t ask me to let you off there when you got on.”

Customer: “WELL, YOU SHOULD HAVE!”

(I check my pockets and come up empty-handed.)

Me: “I seem to have left my ability to read minds in my other pants.”

(It wasn’t the answer he wanted and he couldn’t stay on as I was on my last run. He did ring and complain about it, but I had already told my dispatch about it.)

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Unfiltered Story #187006

, , | Unfiltered | February 24, 2020

[I’m working as a cleaner at a train station, walking along the platform with my trolley. There’s an Asian man talking into a mobile phone in a foreign language and sounding very agitated. He glances at me as I’m walking by and comes over, waving the phone at me.]
Me: Is there a problem?
Him: *heavy accent* Talk. Talk to them. [thrusts phone at me]
Me: What? Why? I can’t…
Him: Talk to them!
(I hear the person on the other end of the phone sounding confused and asking questions. From what little I gather, they seem to be from a bank)
Me: I can’t talk to people on your phone for you, I’m sorry. Especially not a bank. I have to go now. Sorry.
Him: No! Come back and talk to them.
(He follows me, waving the phone and insisting I talk to them, until I enter the staff-only area. I feel bad for him having difficulty, but I’m not going to get involved in a stranger’s personal business like that. And why he was so desperate for *me* to do it and no one else, I don’t know!)