Some random novice nun recognized that I am an IT guy so she asked me whether it is really possible that it was God who made her computer crash while she was writing her homework essay about some saint that she was obsessed about.

I have been sitting in a tram that emergency breake'd. It was all seriously fast: Ring of the warning bell (like an overgrown alarm clock) towards the driver of the car, and next thing was that I was leaning over an old lady sitting in the opposite side. They accellerated like a snail on dope, but breaking was applying ACME Insta Stop.

On a trip to San Francisco, the quintessential "gay mecca" of the USA I was on a bus making my way over towards Haight area (then planning to go visit Castro street aka the actual gayest part of San Francisco) there were a group of men on the bus going on a bigoted rant specifically about homosexual men ruining the country and going to hell and all that fun stuff on the LGBTQ+ agenda.

Like, I'd expect to hear that kind of stuff in the middle of Oklahoma's rural hellscape (sans the bus part). But in San Francisco of all places?

Guy had a baseball bat with nails on the crowded greenline in Boston. Pretty sure it was used for holding multiple plastic bags on his shoulder, but it was still kinda freaky

Public transport and living in a apartment made me really dislike people. Its enough with one weirdo to destroy a good nights sleep or a public transport journey for everyone.

Some humans are pretty much animals and just do what they want without any thoughts about others.

Drugs is nothing. Vomit is nothing. I watched a dude drop a duce and thought now that's something.

One of the first times I took the path train (it's a light rail in NJ/NYC. Basically another subway line). I sit down, and an older guy in a suit sits down next to me. He's got like a box in a plastic bag in his lap. No big deal.

This was in like 2002. He didn't have a cell phone or earphones. Just sitting quietly, waiting for the train to leave.

He started to giggle. Little chuckles. And then escalated to full laughs. It rises and rises until he's like cackling. And then he calms down, reverses all the way through giggles and back to silence. Never said a word.

I don't know what was in the box. I didn't ask. I assume he just got away with a killer heist.

I stared at my wife's cleavage while riding the train once. Otherwise it's all been pretty chill.

All the people still refusing to do anything but drive massive empty cars by themselves when directly adjacent to and around mass transit.

Maybe not the "craziest", but I remember being a kid and on the NYC subway, a bunch of dudes were just like... doing "steet performance" stuff... like on the subway... like they'd while moving from one subway cart to another subway cart (is that what it's called, idk the terminology), like through the train connection thing while the subway was in motion, like a group of 4-5 guys, one went around, begging for money, which I thought at the time was a robbery, like, for context, I was around 8-12 at the time, I literally just came to this country, I was just so "wtf" about the whole situation. Like what the fuck was that. Like... I don't wanna be racist about this... but I'm Asian, and those dudes were not, so you know... me being a kid, I got even more scared about it. I just kinda leaned on my mom sitting right next to me and like hugged cuz I felt so scared.

No it wasn't really a robbery, but like... I was just so fucking confused at the time. What the fuck what that? Then like 10 minutes later, they moved to a different subway cart. It felt like 30 minutes to me lol. And like I don't think we ever were at a stop, since I think this was like those segments where it takes forever between 2 stops, probably the manhattan bridge section of the D train or N train, which takes forever.

Like can you imagine being a kid and a bunch of dudes are causing a scene for some reason you don't understand?

Also I remember this other time where I'm sure it was the D line, and like I went on this subway cart where it was empty. Like you know NYC always crowded af and no seats, and I always hated standing as a kid. So my mom and I picked this subway car that was apparantly empty. So then the doors close behind us and then we noticed a smell, then we notices some homeless looking dude on the other corner of the subway cart. And like the smell was coming from the homeless dude. (No offense to homeless people btw, but I'm describing this memory from a kid-me's perspective so keep that in mind) So it got really uncomfortable in there, but the doors closed and train already got moving. But the next stop was like 10 minutes away (one of the sections where they skip like 3 stops on the express track), so we just had to bear with the dumpster like smell and also the potential danger of dude just waking up and attacking us.

I thought about just hopping between the carts using the doorway thing (if you know what I'm talking about), but there was a sign warning not to move through doors while train is moving and my mom said no, its too dangerous, so we just stayed in that cart for 10 agonizing minutes.

Actually, current-me might've been actually been more freaked out by it since I have germophobia now. That's why I kinda hate public transit nowadays.

hopped on the local metro transport at like 6am. I sit down and try to not make eye contact with anyone and the smell hits me first.

dude like two seats down is passed the fuck out, dick in hand, legs stretched out, and he's just shitting all over himself and the seat.

security comes over and tries to wake him up. they get loud and kinda rough with the guy. no response. they check for pulse. he ded. he big ded.

dude must have died mid stroke at some point in the morning commute and his bowels released soon after.

drugs are bad m'kay.