(17 June 2003, United Kingdom) The National Express bus service between Aberdeen and London takes approximately twelve hours, with NO SMOKING on the coach. A 43-year-old woman was riding south from Glasgow, and as the miles rolled by, she became more and more desperate for a cigarette. It’s a long trip for addicts.
The coach stopped at Carlisle–at last, she could satisfy her craving! But no, she was not allowed off the coach. She sat in her seat, becoming more agitated by the mile. She was craving a cigarette. She was fuming.
Fellow passengers said she became increasingly anxious as the journey continued, and started shouting that she wanted off. However, the coach was on a motorway at the time. It was not permitted to stop, save for emergencies.
Somewhere between Shap and Penrith, passengers saw the woman push against the passenger door in the middle of the lower deck. She couldn’t be trying to get off to smoke, could she?
Oh, yes she could!
Police concluded that the coach was traveling approximately sixty miles per hour. Our involuntary non-smoker was crushed beneath its wheels. At that point, the coach did make that hoped-for emergency stop, but life is not fair. Unlike a condemned man, our heroine never did get that last cigarette.
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And that’s why I don’t use Public Transport π
Heh hehh heh…which is more dangerous? Buses or smoking?
The bus, most definitely LOL You ever try to pass one on a bike at a bus stop? π
No, but I rode one cross country, from California to Pennsylvania…THAT wasn’t fun…
I bet π
Well, they keep telling us that smoking kills, but I didn’t think it would be under the wheels of a bus…Bizarre…Maybe she should have taken some nicotine chewing gum. I remember watching one of these reality videos where a girl’s car had broken down in a motorway and she crossed it to the phone on the other side. It evidently took her a long time to wait until no traffic so she told the person on the other side that this time she couldn’t be bothered to wait. And yes, ran over and dead. Sometimes one can display bad judgement, but really…
Amazing how our own weaknesses and cravings can eliminate judgement, eh?
This makes me remember the miserable eleven hour transatlantic flights back in my smoking days.