WHEN I BOARDED THE BUS IN Chicago one sunny summer day, I did not expect to be the dishtowel for a homeless woman’s carry-ons. But I was—she had six full garbage bags that she put on the bus one by one, then walked each one to the back of the bus. When she was done, she walked each one back to the front of the bus. On she went, back and forth, brushing each bag along every poor soul in an aisle seat, including me. The bags were somehow soaking wet (did I mention it was sunny out?) but soon the moisture soaked into our clothes.
Disgusting, yes. But if you ask me, far from the worst story out there. From public city buses to the chicken bus, here are some of the most horror-inducing bus ride stories we could find. We’ll start with one from my very own mother.