themodelcommuter

Both my trains were absolutely heaving today. This evenings problem was failed points meaning that they decamped a whole load of people off the 17:46 onto the 17:48. Thankfully I had a seat and, amazingly, people were reasonably well behaved when it come to squeezing off.

This mornings delay and subsequent crowding was unexplained, but half way into my journey in I heard the that commuting favourite ‘can you move down a bit please?’. Since I was coming back from my girlfriends house (a 30 minute train journey) I had become engrossed in my book and it hadn’t occurred to me that the train was that full since I had had an empty seat in front of me for the entire time. That’’s right, people were crammed into the doorway tighter than sardines refusing to budge an inch and one of them could be sat on a seat. Its not like there was a problem with it either. No overly loud headphones, no smelly people, no obese people, no bags in the way. Its as if everyone had seen it was empty and just assumed there was something wrong with it. Me, I would have waited for a bit to see if anyone was going to take it and then fought my way down the carriage to claim it for my own, but then I’ve never been a fan of cramming myself in the doorway, instead choosing to move down into the isles where there is generally more space.

~ by The Model Commuter on March 5, 2007.