A single ticket please and a clothes peg for my nose...

Dear God above!
Today I was given a stark and overdue reminder of why I stopped using public transport back in my early 20s.
In the past year or so, I've ventured on and off the odd bus and train when necessity has dictated it and found myself thinking each time that it really wasn't all that bad and wondering why I didn't do it more often.
Yet I was brought crashing back to reality with a thump today when I had to get the bus home from work. It was 45 minutes of pure Hell.
First, the driver was snotty with me as I didn't have any change and had to give him a £10 note. Well, excuse me Mr Happiness with your rather rude tutting, but it clearly states you only don't carry change for £20s and £50s, not £10s, so screw you. If I had the change or had been able to get it between visiting the cashpoint and racing for the bus stop, I would have given it you!
Then I turned to walk up the aisle to see the bus is absolutely rammed. There were about 20 loud, gobby and annoying students from the sixth form and further education colleges, various middle aged and old people shooting glares in the teenagers' direction for being so loud, gobby and annoying, two overweight women with a huge pink suitcase on the floor between them, a bloke fast asleep and snoring on his holdall and countless other people all piled onto this usually fairly quiet service.
I did manage to get a seat next to one of the overweight women (well, half a seat anyway as she was taking up one and a half all to herself and her ample behind) and am immediately hit with the overwhelming stench of body odour.
So I spent the next three quarters of an hour trying to keep my balance on my six inch wide seat as the driver hurtles up the twisting rural road home, while also keeping hold of all my bags on my knee as there was no room on the floor and trying to take only shallow breaths and not heave all over the place at what a close relative of mine refers to as "council house deodorant" (think about it, you can't deny it isn't a good description!).
I all but ran off the damn bus the second it came to a stop and made a point of not saying thank you to the misery guts of a driver.
I don't care what anybody says and I don't care how much this planet is slowly burning up from greenhouse gasses.
I am never going on a bus again unless my life depends on it at that second in time and am not giving up my lovely little car for anything!