The train approaches…and uh-hoh…it’s the attack of the hyenas again. The pushing, and shoving and immediate rush to get to where the train door stops is frightening when you take a back seat and just observe.
Grown-ass men, and grown-ass women acting like they’re about to go to war.
If you dropped a morsel of food around an area full of ants, you’d see them funnel in and climb over each other to get the food…same thing happens with the trains.
The train doors open, and there’s more pushing and shoving to make space for people to get off the train, the only civilised thing about this uncivilised scene…yet this is one of the most civilised nations on the planet.
Little tip when coming off the train at this point, try not to be the last one off…because when that pack of wolves outside smell blood…when they realise you’re the last, they’re getting ready to pounce…so much so that sometimes, often times, they ain’t going to wait for you to get off…as soon as there’s a little space of entry they’ll force there way through.
Manners, politeness, courtesy all become non-existent.
I used to watch this tragic comedy every day. Sometimes I used to deliberately sit out and wait for the next train than be a part of that rat pack.
But on you get, eventually, onto another crowded, packed out, squishy-squashed train ride home.
When it’s a dull rainy day, the windows all get steamed up. Some people smell too, badly. It’s nauseating…and oh my, if you are a little claustrophobic the next 10 minutes feel like an hour.
I’m not even gona talk about train delays, stops and slow crawls on the track…that shizzle can drive you over the top.
Once at home…you’re too tired to do anything else meaningful.
So it’s the same routine…if you can be assed going to the gym, you go…otherwise it’s watching TV, evening meal, bed.