I dunno about common but I've seen people vomit on the bus, piss themselves on the bus, and a buddy of mine once saw a guy take a shit on a bus. So I think people are disgusting fuckwits all over the world.

I can honestly say I've never seen it and I've lived in several Western European countries, but, I did once see a lady,who seemed to be suffering from morning sickness, and at one stage on a bus she took out a plastic bag and turned into the window side to vomit. If I hadn't been looking right at her at that moment I doubt I'd have noticed.

Which is what you do when you have to puke on public transport. I've seen people puke into newspapers, their handbag, plastic shopping bags - any receptacle has to do in a pinch, especially when there are no windows (the tube) or they are high up (the bus).

I've seen pretty much everything - people fucking and various permutations thereof (handjobs, blowjobs), people pissing (but not shitting, not yet), once the whole end carriage of the central line from Ealing Broadway was taken over by ravers, playing music, dancing and snorting coke, CCTV be damned.

I've seen pretty much everything - people fucking and various permutations thereof (handjobs, blowjobs), people pissing (but not shitting, not yet), once the whole end carriage of the central line from Ealing Broadway was taken over by ravers, playing music, dancing and snorting coke, CCTV be damned.

If you ride the train at night in the UK, it often feels like you're still in a pub; everyone is singing shitty songs in that awful way that drunken crowds do (this is where I learnt to dislike Robbie Williams); everyone's slurred curses are a little too loud; oh, and the piss and the vomit. Yes, indeed. Public transport: what would we do without it?

I've been sick on a train before. Through illness. Mostly though in Tokyo it's the drunk salarymen who do all the peeing and spewing on the platforms and trains.

Too bad for the vehicle behind the bus.

All of a sudden, Indian Public Transport doesn't seem that bad to me.

Fucking, Pissing and shitting--Jesus!

Wow, I've ridden the bus for years and never seen any of that. Although I've always just commuted to work and not out to bars and back. Pittsburgh's transit solved the problem of people riding drunk back from the bars by shutting down the transit system at midnight, thereby forcing people to drive drunk after a night of bar-hopping on the southside.

P.S. Hadjiboy, the bus/train windows don't open here so if you're going to puke, it's not going to be out the window.

I was out shopping the other day when a man suddenly ran out of a little café and threw up in a waste bin in the street. A couple of old dears standing near me thought it was 'disgusting' but I thought it was probably a whole lot better than yarking all over the café.

Disgusting anecdote from my drinking days: I'd had a night out with the lads after work, got shitfaced (as I always did) and eventually was put on a bus home. At the time, there was a bus from Trafalgar Square right to the end of my street in Dagenham, and it was the lovely old Routemaster bus on that route too. But I digress.

On the way home I felt very very poorly. I rarely threw up when I was drinking, but that night we'd been on the Guinness, and I was never that fond of it. I'd also had nothing to eat since lunchtime and 8 pints of Guinness on an empty stomach took its toll.

I had a sturdy plastic carrier with me, and threw up into it, thus thinking I'd been a good passenger, leaving the bus nice and clean.

Somehow I managed to find my house and get to bed. Next morning I got up to a horrible smell of puke permeating the house.

I came downstairs to find ...

Now, the day before I'd been shopping for Christmas cards. I'd decided to buy everyone really nice (expensive) individual cards that year, instead of giving people assorted boxed cards. So I'd spent probably £40 on Christmas cards (and this was around 20 years ago, so that was a hell of a lot of money at the time).

In my drunken state, I'd apparently realised after I got home that the bag I'd puked in held all the Christmas cards. So I'd rinsed them all out and put them on the radiators to dry so I'd be able to use them. I had no recollection of doing this but in those days that wasn't unusual - I frequently blacked out and lost chunks of time.

I had to throw them away in the end. They were stinky and all crinkled up from getting wet.

Hadjiboy, what was the sound the woman made with her projectile blast? Was it that "hurl" sound that comes up from the depths, or more of a "ralph" as she clutched her ribs? We need to know what this woman was on about.

Jan, the world thanks you for not sending out custom-scented Christmas cards.

I've seen people puke in the subway cars and piss on the platform...so far I haven't been flashed, but I always read the NY Times there. Once I went out with a stomach bug, but managed to hold on until I'd left the store and found a trash can. When I finished, I looked up to see some asshole staring at me.

I guess I've been lucky. Only once have I seen someone puke in public. That was on a platform in London - it was late and the guy obviously had too much to drink. I've never seen anyone pee or shit in public. Well, except when camping, of course.

I've puked once in public. I was 9 or 10 and at school. For some reason I was waiting outside the teachers lounge for my teacher to come out so I could ask him if I could go to the nurse (it was lunch time and I could have gone at any time). I lost it right there and fainted. It turned out I had heat stroke.

It doesn't happen much today (in fact I doubt it happens at all), but when I was a young 'un living in Tokyo in the early '70s, men would regularly urinate into gutters or anywhere that was convenient. This was often remarked upon by gaijin, but it didn't really bother me at the time.

I've only puked in public once. And I wasn't even drinking. Back in my single parent days, I had a friend who used to invite me to Christian singles groups (even though, being divorced, I was..gasp.."ineligible". And while they were fun, there were reasons why they were single up into their 40's). One night we had a gathering at a local restaurant. Everyone brought something to be raffled off for donation for a local charity. It was a nice night. But all of the sudden, I got hot all over, and I had to go running from the meeting room to the bathroom shared by all of the restaurant. Luckily I found an empty stall just in time. But I kept imagining all the ladies in the restroom making faces at me as if I'd drunk too much! All I did was catch whatever one of my sons had had a couple of days before. I was so embarrassed.

The perils of live TV (YouTube)

The trains on my commute have toilets, so I guess people have been able to do their thing in private if they need to. I was travelling home very very late one night early one morning from a work party late last year and a guy vomited on his seat, though. I guess he could have made the toilet, except he was asleep/passed out at the time. He was absolutely mortified and looked around to see if anyone noticed, then bolted out the door at the next stop.

The only time I threw up in public was because I got heat stroke at a water park. I was alone, hungover and dehydrated. Bad idea. When I realized I was getting sick I tried to drink a bunch of water, but it was too late.

I slowly made my way out of the park. I had to sit down on a bench because I was scared that I was going to faint. I was no where near a bathroom and there was no where I could hide. So I had to throw up in my towel in my beach bag while hundreds of people walked by me. If anyone noticed, I don't think they knew exactly what was going on.

I made it a little further out of the park and tried to get some assistance from the park personnel - telling them I was sick and didn't think I could make it to my car (across the endless parking lot) without assistance. They told me to go to the first aid place - alone - halfway across the park. No way that was happening.*

When I came out of the park office, I hid behind a bush and threw up the rest of the water I drank. Another patron suggested that maybe any mayo I had eaten was bad because it was so hot. But then he left me behind the bush.

Somehow, I made it to the car and sat with the AC on until I felt ok enough to drive. I was way far from home but close to the BF's work. I drove there and sat in the parking lot until he was off work (a couple of hours) and he drove me home.

*Now that I think about it, I should have written a letter to a manager or something about how I was treated. I know it was mostly my fault because I was hungover, etc., but I was clearly in need of help.

Hadjiboy, what was the sound the woman made with her projectile blast? Was it that "hurl" sound that comes up from the depths, or more of a "ralph" as she clutched her ribs? We need to know what this woman was on about.

It was more like a squishy sound, the sort you make when your squirting water from your mouth.