Post Your Greyhound Horror Stories

[Parche]

Breeze54!!! :rofl: :rofl: :hi:

[fishwax]

1. I like traveling by Greyhound

Once, though, I was stuck in Boise City, Oklahoma for five or six hours because the defrost wasn't working and the windshield was fogging in the cold of winter. The delay there meant we missed our 11:50 p.m. connection in Denver by about 10 minutes, and wound up having to spend the night locked in the Denver bus station downtown. But they had video games, so it wasn't all bad :)

[Rabrrrrrr]

2. Every bus trip is a horror story. The clientele the bus attracts is rather...

well, not my preferred society.

[SteppingRazor]

36. elitist pig

:P

On edit: I should add that, as per the raspberrying smiley, I'm joking, of course. My own experiences with Grayhound bus travel have been grim, sad experiences.

[Taverner]

40. You said it. Especially when they allowed smoking in the back of the bus

Always a bunch of meth heads. And this was the 80s.

I can't think of a worse fate but to be strung out on speed, unable to walk around or do anything.

[matcom]

3. Mrs Matcom wants me to get one

but we don't have a garage x(

[trof]

4. I actually thought this was about dog races.

:silly:

[Orrex]

21. Why'd you have to go and make this about race?

:crazy:

[Breeze54]

5. LMFAO!!!

Okay, you just had to do it, didn't you??? :rofl:

OMG!! I have horror stories up the ying-yang!!

:rofl:

Trying to collect my thoughts. I'll be back! :P

I know I have a duzy from the 1980's!! :P

Thinking.....

[Parche]

8. Trailways Was The Best

See even the Queen of England likes buses :rofl: :hi:

[Breeze54]

9. That is one HUGE frigging picture!!

:rofl:

I was on a bus, to go see my ex and pick up my kids from a visit and fly home.

I met this hippie pot smoking freak, who looked like either Cheech or Chong. :rofl:

He was a riot!!! VERY funny dude!! And had really good sensamallion (?)! :)

I can't remember everything he was saying but he had a lot of choice words about his hometown; Toledo, Ohio!

He had the whole bus laughing, in stitches, for hours!! :rofl: Even the bus driver!

Very funny character and he made the trip less of a hassle. ;)

He was rolling joints the size of newspapers!! :wtf:

And we all we're smoking them and listening to music!! :rofl:

[idgiehkt]

11. that's not a horror story

Hate I missed it, lol.

:rofl:

[Breeze54]

14. I left out the backed up toilet part!

:rofl:

That's why we all we're laughing, stoned and conning the driver to make frequent stops!

:rofl:

But that guy was the instigator! ;) And he and I shared a seat, two by two. ;)

[sniffa]

6. this one time i went to LincoLn park in RI

and tried the route of Luck i hit the Last time i was there, by just picking a number (or coLor which corresponds with a number) and betting that for aLL 10 races. the first time i did that, i won 3 races, and 2 were Long shots. the next time, number 5 didn't win a singLe race. :cry:

[Parche]

12. Sounds Ruff

And there off.....................:hi:

[lost-in-nj]

7. None yet

BUT
Its on my list of things to do!!!!
along with driving route 66


lost

[Parche]

13. Bus Rid

I like Route 69 better!!! :rofl: :rofl: :hi:

[lost-in-nj]

35. .....

:spank: :spank: :spank:
:hi:


lost

[tigereye]

10. mostly they were fun! we used to ride the bus to Toronto quite a bit...

oh, but one time long ago and far away, my bf at the time decided to hide something he should not have had and that was not legal in this country or in Canada, on a bus trip to Canada.

Fortunately the border guys were focused on frisking innocent teens. (we were in our mid20s at the time.)


I was furious when he told me afterwards about those "fragrant cigarettes" that were secreted somewhere in his luggage.... :rofl:

[Breeze54]

15. But not to furious to

smoke them!! :rofl: Funny story! :P

My ex used to do the same when we went to Canada.

I used to freak out that they'd search our van.

They never did!

I'll bet today, I'd be in prison for doing that!

[tigereye]

17. I also used to argue with the customs guys at the airport when we went home

and make anti-Reagan remarks. And then my bf would get mad at me!


Not anymore. The world has become a very strange place

[Parche]

28. Customs

Yes now if you get mad at the airport, the TSA immediately calls you a terra ist and
put you in the airport slammer......:argh: :hi:

[Breeze54]

16. I have another story but it's such a sad story...

I won't relate it because it would bring the house down.

Some things are best left unsaid. :(

[jmm]

18. How about a Peter Pan horror story?

I use to take it often when I was in school. One year when I was going home for Thanksgiving a guy sat next to me and we started talking about our classes. He was a year ahead of me and had had the same writing professor. Right after the bus had finished loading and the ride started he asked what assignment we were on and I told him I was doing a research paper on cults and groups that thought the world was going to end in 2000. He started to smile and said, "The beautiful thing about my religion is..." while pulling a stack on pamphlets out of his backpack. What was suppose to be a three hours ride ended up being six hours (it felt like six years) thanks to snow and the driver getting lost. We spent the rest of the ride arguing. I don't know if I just look gullible or like I need to be saved but there can be a crowd full of dozens of people and if there is a religious fanatic I'm the first one they'll try to save.

[datasuspect]

19. met this young lady in the greyhound bus station

she was early 20s, i was early 30s, started shooting the shit while in line.

i was headed to houston, she was headed to alabama or mississippi or something.

long story short:

in the bathroom, in the seat in the middle of the night under blanket and very quiet, and i didn't even get a phone number.

not so much a horror story, but fun.

[Orrex]

20. This is a little long-winded; bear with me

Near the end of my 44-hour journey from Austin, TX to Allentown, PA back in 1992, I chanced to find myself wedged between the window and a man named John who was large enough to occupy the whole double-seat all by himself. Not to disparage the overweight--I'm simply stating a fact of physical dimensions. He was a car salesman from NJ and was returning home after delivering a car to his daughter in Ohio somewhere. We were sitting about 3/4 of the way to the rear of the bus, on the right side.

About ten minutes out of Harrisburg, a guy at about the bus' midpoint struggled to his feet and wobbled down the aisle to speak with the driver. Even from behind, he seemed disoriented, and suddenly the driver barked "This bus is going to Allentown. Allentown!"

So the guy wandered about halfway back to his original seat and flopped into a different unoccupied one. People near me speculated that he might be illiterate, or impaired, or not a native speaker of English and thus unable to read a schedule or the like...

Twenty minutes later he let loose this high-pitched gurgling sound, and he reached across the aisle, grabbed the passenger seated there, and rasped "Kill me! Please kill me!" Then he sprang to his feet and started flailing about, shrieking and sobbing. Everyone immediately freaked out, not least the driver. By this time we were on some interstate or other major route, I believe, with no exit very nearby.

This was long before 9/11, of course, but pretty much everyone assumed that the guy was a crazed murderer itching to gun us all down. Alternatively, we expected an alien larva to burst from his chest.

No one had cellphones back then, either.

Anyway, John leapt from his seat, charged down the aisle, and bear-hugged the guy; John was big enough to restrain him, force him back into a seat, and attempt to calm him down. John then returned to the seat beside me, and we all tried to relax a little.

Meanwhile, we passed a State Police Barracks.

Twenty minutes later the guy jumped up once more, howling and wailing and swinging wildly. John again grabbed him, and this time the driver was able to make it to an exit and find a gas station. "No cops! No cops!" the guy kept begging.

John wrestled him out of the bus and held him immobile in the parking lot while the driver ran into the gas station to call for an ambulance and the police. Fully 45 minutes later the ambulance arrived, and ten minutes after that a State Trooper showed up. They strapped the guy to a gurney and whisked him away to god knows where.

Eventually we determined that he was in heroin withdrawal and basically fucked out of his head. I have to say that John's performance was pretty darned impressive, and he's welcome to crowd me out of a double-wide Greyhound seat any time he wants to.

I learned two things in all of this:

1. Greyhound buses at the time didn't have radios. That's right--a downtown Loop bus maintains radio contact with home base, but a Greyhound travels the country with no way of reporting in until it reaches the next station. This may have changed in the 15 years since then, though.

2. Heroin is bad, but nicotine is worse. I judge this from the fact that, as soon as the heroin-freaked guy was dragged from the bus, a dozen smokers filed out behind him to satisfy their nic-fits.

Go Greyhound, And Leave The High-Speed Forcible Heroin Detox To Us.

[qnr]

22. I'll be traveling RT Corpus Christi to Augusta ME this week,

I've been across country more than fifteen times on Greyhound, with some interesting experiences (not all bad, either - for example, on one trip, 80% of the bus was full of foreign tourists for most of the trip).

[ceile]

31. Oh, my!

I traveled from Philly to Austin once (not round trip)-48 hours!
Good luck!

[qnr]

39. Thanks ceile :) n/t

[WindRavenX]

23. I used to travel from Boston to NYC every weekend of Junior year of College...loved it.

I never had a problem. And I'll always love the sight of the first glimpse of the city as we arrived :D

That was a very good year. Love in NYC is always the best.

[grasswire]

24. two weird episodes

First, in the middle of a trip an elderly man suddenly sounded a gurgling cry. It was a bit unearthly. Some passengers realized that something was wrong, and got up to help. A man sitting across from me who had heretofore been trying to get in the pants of the girl sitting with him proclaimed himself a paramedic and went to assess the elderly man, who was not responsive. It became immediately clear to me that the "paramedic" had no training. All he could do was keep saying "work with me" to the man. And he got real belligerant when other passengers tried to intervene. Finally some fellow with some obvious military background made the paramedic back off, and other passengers blocked the faker in a seat. State patrol came, and arrested the faker.

Second, an elderly woman became unhinged and started to wander the bus. She moved from seat to seat and was obviously very distressed, but incoherant. Things got worse when she decided that she wanted to sit in the driver's lap while barreling down the interstate. Once again, police were called and she was taken away in an ambulance. However, the city police that came to the bus were horrible to her. They cuffed her behind her back, frail old thing that she was. It was quite cruel.

Well, I guess there's a third. One driver on a particular local route hates one of the towns he must stop in. He starts hollering curses and verbally abuses anyone who must speak to him. Geez. He's a real nut. Drives like a maniac, too.

[begin_within]

25. We got pulled over by a cop.

On the way from San Diego to Riverside, California, we suddenly saw flashing red and blue lights all around the bus. The bus stopped and pulled over to the side of the road. The driver got out and talked to the cop, and everyone just sat there wondering and speculating on what the problem was. It seemed like an unheard-of thing. Everybody pretty much agreed we were going the same speed as all the cars, so it couldn't have been for speeding. We heard a banging sound near the back and this made us laugh nervously. Finally the driver got back on and told us that a piece of metal, part of the bus, was hanging down and scraping the road. The cop said it was creating a shower of sparks on the road as we drove. So that was the whole reason the cop pulled us over.

[Rhythm]

26. An assortment of 'bus stories'...

I have traversed the country east/west twice, and north/south a couple of times as well (along with a few shorter journeys), and have had good times and bad times.

1.) The last half of the 4 1/2 days between Charlotte NC and Anaheim CA were made ever so much better by a group of 3 surfers, with whom i sat in the back section and got drunk with from Dallas to California. Each of them had brought a couple of 5ths in their carry-on backpacks, and were more than happy to share!

2.) Our bus got stopped at 2am outside El Paso TX by the Border Patrol. Most of us were sleeping, and awakened by flashlights shining in our eyes, and silhouettes demanding our identification. I got hassled because my license pic didn't look much like me (i had gotten a rather extreme haircut), but otherwise, we were let continue without incident.

3.) Took a trip from Charlotte to NYCity during the early-90s mechanics strike (family event that couldn't be avoided, and we couldn't afford to fly), and was scared to death when we pulled into the terminal in Baltimore... there were picketers with signs and bats and lots of angry shouting going on outside the loading/unloading area. When we switched busses, the new driver strode out in a military-uniform styled driver's shirt, wearing a black beret. He talked to the group of us on the bus, and reassured us that, should the strikers get in HIS way, he would just run them over and keep going. We quietly dubbed him "Rambo: the Greyhound Commando", but he got us safely to the Port Authority Bus Terminal in NYC... and on time, no less.

4.) Relocating by bus, we were forced to jettison about half the stuff we were carrying at NYC Port Authority terminal, because, according to the porters THERE, the combined weight was over the allowance, and they wanted an extra $100 to take it all. Never mind that the driver at our departure point (who had loaded them in) had no problem with our bags, and that we had changed busses elsewhere, and THEY had no problems with the weight either.

Fuckers...

[EstimatedProphet]

27. I will never ride Greyhound again

I'll crawl over broken glass first.

I was in college at Mississippi State, doing my doctorate. I went home for Christmas (Atlanta), and made it as far back as Tuscaloosa. We changed buses there. However, the bus out of Tuscaloosa was falling apart. It made it about 3 blocks before it quit. The driver called dispatch to find out what to do, and they told him to wait there for the mechanic. So he did.

3 hours. In a gas station parking lot.

Finally the mechanic gets it running again, and we're back on our way. We make it abnout 20 miles down the road to Reform, AL. The bus quits again. The driver calls dispatch again, and gets told to wait for another mechanic.

2 more hours after waiting, I called a friend to get a ride. Reform is about the halfway point, so it's not that much of a drive. When he showed up an hour later, there was still no mechanic. There were a lot of people on that bus that were trying to go as far as Chicago. I have no idea what happened to them. Reform had no restaurants, or motels, or much of anything. Greyhound wasn't going to lift a finger to provide real solutions, like perhaps sending a bus from the Tuscaloosa station where they have a bunch of buses they aren't using.

[Brigid]

29. A few years ago . . .

I sat beside some smelly fat lady for about five hours between St. Louis and Indianapolis. The bus was full, so I couldn't switch seats. The horror! The horror! :scared:

[Zavulon]

33. Same story here, smelly fat lady and no free seats, the only difference was

that it was between NYC and Silver Spring for me.

Brigid, was your smelly fat lady a talker? Mine was worse - she was one of those who hummed to whatever she was playing on her CD player, and I got "serenaded" all the way back to Maryland. :scared:

[El Fuego]

30. I won $1500 at the track once, then I became a parimutuel gambling addict

In the end I gave it all back to the dog track, and then some. True story. :(

[bertha katzenengel]

32. Don't have any. Never had a bad experience -- other than what comes

normally with a bus ride. EXHAUST. :puke: And being cramped.

[tk2kewl]

34. I was sodomized by one when I was a child.

:(




ok, not really.

[Orrex]

38. Was it an express or a local?

That can make all the difference.

[China_cat]

37. I haven't ridden a greyhound since January, 1970

with a temp of 105 and hallucinating the whole way.