Hands in front of mouths people!

Well today I sat on the number 35 bus idly reading my paper whilst trying not to inpose to much on either the guy sitting on the left of me or on the aisle.
Within minutes of sitting down the guy behind me coughed.
"So what?" you may say.. well what if I told you that he coughed without covering his mouth and I felt it (quite powerfully) against the bare skin of the back of my neck!!!
NASTY!
I was then nearly knocked over as the bus go close to Liverpool street by the guy next to me who'd dozed off and woken up thinking he was going to miss the stop. He wasn't going to miss the stop.... the dozen or so other people all standing up on the stairs and top desk should have tipped him off to this!
To top of the journey and I went down the stairs to get off at my stop I grabbed hold of the railing, for bus drivers don't seem to understand progressive braking (or accelerating for that matter), and the railing was greasy... I mean really greasy.... what the hell???

Fart Breath

So I got on my usual crowded train from London Bridge and managed to secure myself some space (which as a claustrophobic) is invaluable.
This enormously tall guy was standing next to my happily chatting away on his phone.
Now at this point and for a good few minutes he was facing away from my whilst he was on the phone. Then however, he turned to face my direction whilst chatting away on his phone and I caught a whiff of the most horrible breath!!!
I was half thinking about offering him a mint that I knew I had in my bag (I keep them handy in case I think my breath is likely to offend any other commuters) but felt that he might think a/.me strange b/.that I deserve a slap for suggesting in front of a carriage of people that his breath smelt bad (even though, let's face it, everyone already knew!).

I decided to take one of these mints myself, being that they are knock your socks of strong, in the hope that the smell and taste of it might be powerful enough to stop me having to smell that guys breath the whole journey.

Fortunately the wondrous Wrigley's Extra Mints (peppermint) are strong enough to do the job leaving only the occasional faint odour of the guys fart breath.

Good job he got off after a few stops though because at the ferocious rate that I was tumbling the mint around my mouth it wouldn't have lasted long and it turned out to be my only one.