The cunts of humanity that are frequently seen in public...

Anyone had any douchebag encounters with strangers recently that got under your skin? I was on the train on my way home last night and a malodorous hippy style couple got on with two huge mountain bikes. I had my back to them at the time. When the train pulled into my station I got up top get out of the train only to find that these cunts had dumped their bikes across the aisle exit (that you have to to get to the carriage exit door). totally blocking the way out. So I had to start lifting and shifting the damn things, which were covered in dried mud, which was flaking off onto my suit. Now because I was quite rough with the bikes (as I had to move them quickly to make sure I got off in time) Mr & Mrs Hippy started to remonstrate with me. I mean, dafuq? It's somehow me that's doing something wrong? Worse still is that I'm just getting over a bad ankle and am visibly limping to they could see I was struggling a bit. Notwithstanding this, Mr. Hippy had the fucking audacity to tell me that I should have made my way to the other end of the train to get off so that their bikes could stay where they were!! Cunts. Absolute fucking cunts. Naturally this incensed me and I had a brief "who the hell do you think you are?" rant at them before alighting the train.

Not the first time I've encountered inconsiderate, selfish arseholes. But I nonetheless get really frustrated when I see shit like this. The sense of incredulity has been hanging around me ever sense last night so I just figured I'd come on here to vent.

Public transport. It's the home of the entitled, the hygiene-challenged, the selfish, the thoughtless and the feckless.

You find the occasional good person, but by and large it's a cesspit of untrammelled cuntwittery of the first water.

A few years back I used to commute up t'yerkshire, and was awoken by someone with a loud voice. Turns out her friend was on crutches. Two of us, out an entire carriage, offered up our seats. Just two. From businessmen in suits suddenly finding the window exceptionally interesting, to student hippy types forcing their eyes closed to be "asleep", the rest simply proved that large swathes of humanity could be tossed into pits of burning turds and all it'd do is ratchet the global level of good karma up a few notches.

I blame the whole "you're a good person" mentality, "good" people justify their bad actions by the fact they're really super-nice and occasional acts of shitballery is magically made up because their souls are moulded from rainbows and flowers and just, you know, better.

"Regular" people know doing good makes you a better person, not been a self-entitled, snivelling Millennial shit.

This is the classic "pregnant women on The Tube" scenario. No cunt ever wants to get up, even if the woman is about to drop the chavvy, and Transport for London even now print shit on the seats to encourage people to get up and still nothing! Same for the elderly.

And don't get me started on that "good person" shite. Just a catchphrase with no substance behind it whatsoever. Like you say, behaviour shows how decent a person is. Cunts, the lot of them!

Almost every other driver on NJ highways during rush hour besides me.

Especially the ones who block the fast lane, then speed up to block you when you try to pass them on the right. And if you DO manage to outrace them and get in front of them, they flash their lights, flip you off and scream curses. Sociopathy? I think so.

You'll certainly run in to a share of assholes on the train, but on the trains I ride, they are a distinct minority. A car with 200 riders might have one or two fuckers, with the rest being decent in my experience. Anyway, Ecky nails it when he blames the Millenials. Raised with constant reminders that they are special tends to create a mindset that ignores that we're all in this together. Fucking Millenials, fuck them and their beards and their muddy bikes.

By the way, Chup, bikes aren't allowed on the trains here during peak service hours. You should suggest such a policy for London.

The policy already exists, but this was after peak hours at around 9:30pm as I had been working late.

Around here both the Amtrak and the local trolley have built in bike racks for people to store their bikes safely. If someone tried to bring their bike into the passenger compartment, much less block the exits, then they would probably be asked to leave the train.

We have bike racks on the buses, and in the Summer, certain special trains that go to beach communities have a bike car that is emptied of seats and filled with bike racks. The same cars are re-purposed in the winter for ski and snow board racks and attached to special ski trains that go to a local resort. Generally, though, a bike on a train is an awkward thing.

Yeah, we have bike racks on the front of buses as well. One of the problems is they only hold 4-5 bikes but the bus might hold 40 people. If more than 4-5 people want to ride a bike then they are SOL.

New York drivers. These idiots refuse to get out of the high speed/passing lane.

Oregon drivers. It's gotten to the point where state lawmakers opposed to raising the speed limit (65 on rural interstates, lowest west of the Mississippi) want to raise it just so they can make cruising in the left lane illegal.

The fucks that drive here in Georgia, for some reason a large number of Georgia drivers think that when they turn left they have the right of way.

I find Zonies are the bottom dwelling shit eaters of the motoring world. They love to get into the fast lane, set the cruise control at 60 in a 70mph zone, and then completely ignore everything around them including the signs (one every mile) which say slower traffic must move right and ignoring the 10 cars stacked up behind them all flashing their lights trying to get the dumb ass to move out of the fast lane.

What I remember most about Georgia (other then their appallingly inadequate road signs and lack of enough multi lane highways compared to traffic volume) is how the drivers frequently wouldn't pull their car to the shoulder when it broke down. The hillbillies would just coast to a stop in the middle of the lane blocking it then pop the hood and just sit there causing a traffic jam.

In California they will, rightly, impound your car and possibly take your license for creating a public hazard for blocking the road. That is as it should be and the damn Georgians learn quickly here to pull over to the right shoulder (out of the road way) or there 1978 Chevy will get impounded.

I was getting off the 15 once to enter the base, and I had some old as fuck couple that was doing 35 MPH a half mile away from the exit. Thankfully, there was little traffic, so I could move in front of them.

As for driving in the far left lane...well, lemme just say it's not something any native Californian has ever been ticketed for. I didn't even know there was even a law about that in any state before being stationed in Louisiana (which even more strangely doesn't give shit if drivers use blinkers when merging. )

So to save 25 seconds, you decided to engage in a risky and unnecessary maneuver? Yeah, those fuckers are annoying, but not worth the extra risk for such a minimal benefit.

Sometimes a little friendly tap gets them out of the way.

We have people here that have to come to a complete STOP to turn a corner, like gravity is going to stop functioning. It's usually a woman (Sorry it's true) or an elderly person in a vehicle WAY to big for them. We get a lot of people who drive these HUGE SUVs who should honestly only have the motor skills to drive a smart car. And they are the ones that bitch about the price of gas.

I'm working on phasers for my car, or a good tractor beam to MOVE those types of assclowns. Or I need one of these

They let bikes in light rail here. People are generally smart about them.

People who come to a full stop at an intersection even though it's a through-road and the stop signs are on the cross-road, "just to be safe". I've almost plowed into the back of one of those assholes a couple of times. Why do they think it's "safer" to stop in the middle of the fucking road!!!???

People who seem totally oblivious. Like when you're walking down the hall and Goober and Gomer are having a hallway meeting. Do they stand to one side? No, they each stand a step away from opposing walls and converse across the hall, effectively blocking it. Or even worse, decide a busy doorway is the perfect spot to stop and jabber at each other.

The dumb motherfucker in the grocery store who (A) stands unmoving by a shelf until the precise moment you're walking behind them, when suddenly they discover they have to take two steps back and bump into you, or (B) they can't push the cart from behind like it's designed to work, they have one hand on the side of the cart and walk along side it, presumably so they can more completely block the aisle.

The shithead Jehova's Witlesses who think 8AM Sunday morning is a perfect time to ring the doorbell and ask you if you're saved.

Women walking in groups anywhere, because apparently when two or more women are walking together it causes gravity to increase and time to slow down so that they walk v e r y s l o w l y.

Any idiot canvassing my residential neighborhood trying to sell me solar panels, Comcast cable, driveway paving, power washing, pest control, etc. I do enjoy telling the Comcast guy to notice the multiple dish setup on my roof and that not only does DirecTV have Sunday Ticket and Comcast does not, that I get it for FREE.

I've very seldom had problems with other drivers.

I remember going through Dallas one Sunday and despite heavy traffic, the drivers were almost universally courteous and respectful.

Years ago, driving through a neighborhood with streets that could only generously be called two lanes. I turned left on to this road and on the corner there was a lady in a truck who'd pulled over to the wrong side of the road to check her mailbox. I stopped, considered it a bit, and decided I could make it around her as long as she didn't do something stupid. So I started down the road, came up along side her, and something told me stupid was coming, so I stopped, and put it in reverse. I started backing up slowly and then saw her reverse lights come on. I honked my horn, but it was too late. She tried to swing around and back into her driveway and smacked right into me. About that time, her husband and son come charging out of the house and the three of them start yelling at me about how I came barreling down the road doing 60 miles an hour, made a 90 degree turn, still doing 60 miles per hour, and ran into her, who most certainly was NOT on the wrong side of the road.

I couldn't believe it. It wasn't that they were lying so much as that they were lying to someone who they knew, knew they were lying . They were lying to me, when I was there for the whole thing. They were trying to convince me of something that then knew didn't happen, and they knew that I knew that it didn't happen. It was surreal. I kind of just stood there gawking at them, and then suggested that they stop wasting their breath on me and just lie to the police when they show up.

As a fellow Georgia driver here are my gripes: not turning on their lights when it's raining, especially if it's almost dark to begin with. That and apparently 90 percent of the vehicles in Georgia are not equipped with turn signals! Some more fun is people camping out in the suicide lane until somebody lets them thread their way through the traffic to make their turn/merge/etc.

There are times I won't let a car in, and have bumped or tapped a few cars because of that.

The Cunts of Humanity, is that like the Legion of Doom? Do they run in the same circles?

Do not get me started on supermarket "etiquette." There's the fatass standing by the open freezer door reading every single ingredient on everything on the shelf, fogging up the glass for the rest of us. Then there's Miss Anorexia in the leggings who has to stop her cart in the precise middle of the aisle while she peruses all the bottled water because she, like, can't decide. Bitch, please. It's water.

A weird phenomenon in SoCal is people walking toward you who want to pass you on the right. This ain't the UK. I'm not gonna play Chicken with you. I'll just stand right here until you look up from your iPhone long enough to pass on the left.

Then there's the family of six waddling along in the bike path on the beach. You've got your own frigging path. It's marked with a little Pedestrian sign. Take Grandma and the stroller and the cooler and your Styrofoam boogie board the hell out of the way of the bikers before I go Uncle Albert on your collective asses!

Oh, don't get me started on grocery store cunts. A woman today got a cellphone call so she walked to the end of the aisle and pushed her cart in such a way to block all entry to the aisle before answering.