In Moncton (a crappy little city on the east coast of Canada), in what has to be an act of pure contempt, the bus shelters had “benches” which consisted of backless seats, just below waist height, sloped at a forty-five-degree angle. When you sat on them, if sitting is the correct word, your toes were crushed into the fronts of your shoes, a profoundly uncomfortable position to be in and actually worse than standing upright, even if you had been on your feet for an eight-hour day.
Finally, after a few years, the useless pseudo seats were replaced with proper benches — the kind with the rails between the seats to prevent people from sleeping on them, but at least benches that allowed people to sit down.
