It doesn’t matter where anyone goes, entitled and rude people are everywhere. People share the rudest behavior they came across while taking public transportation. Content has been edited for clarity.
“You Millennials Are Disrespectful”
“I was traveling from my former place of work to my father’s side of the family in the neighboring country. The bus took off from the start point at 4 am, and because I am a nightly type of person, I literally did not sleep a minute that night.
Fast forward to the mid-stop in a bigger city, some of the passengers came off the bus, and some of them came on. One of them who came on was this entitled older guy (maybe in his 50s to ’60s) who immediately started to make a fuss about the bus being too crowded. At that moment, I just hoped he wouldn’t come to my seat. But of course, he did.
He came right next to me and demanded, ‘I want to sit here.’
I thought, ‘Screw it.’ And continued to move to the window side, telling him, ‘Go on.’
But that didn’t work for the man, he then demanded I move out so he could have both seats for himself.
I looked at him and said, ‘You can have the aisle seat. You want it or not?’
Instead of a simple ‘Yes, I want it’ or ‘No,’ he then proceeded to yell at me.
He yelled, ‘You, millennials are disrespectful towards us older people. You should be locked up for disrespecting older people. You can stand, spoiled brat!’
At this point, I was ticked off. I had already been on the bus for 7 hours and had another 6 hours to go. I didn’t have time for his bs.
I replied, ‘Are you dumb? I told you you can have one seat. Take it or leave it.’
Again, he started to get hostile, but instead of yelling this time, he slapped me in the face with his hat.
Fed up, I kicked him in his leg, making him land in the seat across from me. Then I stood up, and told him, ‘Look, old hag, touch me again, and you will be coming home in a hearse. Did I make myself clear?!’
He mumbled, ‘Son of a b***.’
That was the last he spoke until he exited the bus a few stops later.”
Window Seat
“Many years ago, I was traveling by myself. When I fly, I usually prefer the window seat. I like to watch the take-off and landing. It’s something I’ve enjoyed since I was a child.
The layout of this plane had 3 seats per row, on either side of the aisle. A mother (EM) and her young daughter (maybe 8 years old) sat down in my row. Her daughter was next to me.
Before take-off EM asked, ‘Can my daughter sit near the window, I think she’d like that.’
I said, ‘Okay.’
After all, I’ve flown well over 200 times and most of those trips were next to the window. I figured if the kid gets some enjoyment out of it, then it’s worthwhile.
I got up, expecting EM to let me take the aisle seat and she take the middle.
EM looked at me and stated very flatly, ‘Oh, I don’t like sitting in the middle,’ which literally describes anyone who has ever flown since the invention of the airplane.
I looked at her and asked, ‘Are you seriously asking me to sit between you and your kid?’
EM responded, ‘Well, you did say you’d switch seats.’
I decided this arrangement wasn’t going to work, and since we hadn’t switched yet I decided I’d stay in my assigned window seat.
EM became a bit angry and hit the flight attendant button. We’ll call her ‘FA’. FA came over and EM informed her how I agreed to move from my seat to the daughter’s seat but then didn’t. FA seemed a bit confused as to why me being in my assigned seat was an issue and asked me for some clarification.
I let her know I would move, but I was not sitting in the middle. It’s uncomfortable and why should I sit between EM and her daughter? FA agreed and let EM know how she couldn’t kick me out of my assigned seat.
EM complained about how ‘this is ridiculous!’ and ‘there’s nothing you can do!?’ to FA.
FA simply said, ‘Sorry’ and got back to her pre-flight duties.
This seems like it should be the end, but EM tried to get me back in the most asinine way possible. Which, needless to say, this made for a more interesting flight, because halfway through I needed to go to the restroom. Her daughter was small, so she didn’t need to move, but I would imagine the kid would have if only EM was willing to get up so I could get out.
Sadly, she wasn’t. She was going to blockade me in there. Well, I wasn’t having it. I was able to get past the daughter fine, and then had to literally step over EM, and also on her purse. Not intentionally, but it was a casualty of this war I didn’t declare. And you can bet EM said something about it to me! Out loud! For all to hear!
I don’t think anyone cared. When I got back, she got out of my way, probably because she realized I would just climb over her again, and then it’s a question of I’ll accidentally step on you and your purse again.
The rest of the flight was uneventful. I did feel mildly bad that her daughter couldn’t enjoy the window, but oh well.”
Designated Seating
“So this was 3 years ago and I was 7-8 months pregnant at the time.
I had 2 doctor’s appointments at two separate hospitals (due to my ‘high risk’ pregnancy as it is called in the UK) and I couldn’t drive so I had to do a lot of bus travel that day. All my family was working and my partner was working to save for his paternity leave (he is self-employed so no paid paternity leave).
At about 8 months pregnant my feet were swollen, I was huge, I ached and just wanted this all to go smoothly for me. Oh, and it was also July so it was hot for me.
So I’d had my first hospital appointment and was on the bus to go to the second. I had sat in the designated ‘baby, mother, and elderly’ seats on the bus as I was hugely pregnant. I sat with my bag on my lap because the area I lived in had a lot of elderly people who travel on the bus routes, so I didn’t want to make anyone feel like they couldn’t sit next to me if they needed the seat. I should also state on a bus with 35 seats there were only 4 passengers including myself. There were PLENTY of seats for whoever got on the bus.
The bus stop after I got on, and a mother (EP) and her daughter got on the bus. The mother paid for her tickets, turned, and looked straight at me. She then walked up to me and asked me to move.
I said, ‘No, I need to stay seated.’
She started to get loud and looked at the other passengers saying, ‘These seats at the front are for the elderly, pregnant, and people with families. I NEED to sit here with my daughter!’
I said, ‘I am pregnant. I will not be getting up to walk while the bus is moving.’
Her daughter spoke up, ‘Mummy, look! There are loads of seats! Let’s sit at the back!’
The mother said, ‘No! This girl (I was 27 at the time ) needs to learn respect and needs to move. She doesn’t need this seat and lying about being pregnant is not going to make me stop! MOVE!’
So I moved my bag onto the seat next to me, braced myself on the poles and stood up revealing my HUGE baby bump, and said, ‘I’m not moving one step. Now, leave me alone.’
All the color drained from the mother’s face as an older man at the back burst out laughing and started clapping. The mother then walked up to the bus driver and was saying something but I couldn’t hear over the engine sounds.
Eventually, she shouted, ‘JUST STOP THE F*CKING BUS!’
Which he did and they got off. Completely in between 2 bus stops on a busy national speed limit road (60mph) and between two towns so nothing around, shop or even house wise. It was actually a road that went through the middle of the Forest nearby.”
Metro Card
“My mom and I were dropping my dad off at the airport and decided to use the Metro, as it was more convenient. When we got to the airport, my dad was holding a bigger luggage bag and I was pulling along a smaller carry-on for him.
My dad went first through the gate in the Metro, no problem. We noticed there was a woman and her kid waiting on the other side, which was strange as this gate was leading into the airport, and they obviously intended on heading to the trains. My mom placed her Metro card against the little thing that scans it for your fare, and the boy slipped through the gate while it was open.
I panicked a little bit and I got my card out so I could enter the airport, and the gates opened and the Mom tried to slip in too.
My card, for some reason, had a problem, and the gate kept opening and closing at an almost constant rate. It shut her out and kept me in, so I tried another gate because no one else was around anyway.
The screen said, ‘Card has already been scanned’ so I decided to slip on the glitching gate, as it knew it was my card that was scanned. The woman kept cutting me off as I tried to get to my parents, but as soon as she stepped forward the gate closed quickly, so I barged right past her to the other side while the gate was open, which of course triggered her.
‘Excuse me, young woman, do you mind letting me use your card?’
‘Sorry miss, but we have a flight to catch and I need to use it to get home afterward.’
‘Look, you can use your dad’s card, it seems he’s leaving anyway. Give me your card!’
‘My dad has to keep his card because he’s flying back after some time, please leave me alone.’
Now note, my parents weren’t saying anything because they walked off quite a distance and started discussing something.
‘Ugh, just give me that! You can just buy another one! Can’t you see my son is upset on the other side?’
Her son looked about 16-17. He looked like he couldn’t give any less.
At this point, my parents noticed I was not with them so they called out for me, which gave me an opportunity to run away from this crazy woman.”
