Packed like Sardines in a tin… train.
I get stuck in hot sweaty packed-to-the-brim trains an awful lot, and it doesn’t seem to get any easier, like I thought it would as time goes on. It’s so long and boring, like catching the bus home from school everyday, except longer journey, far more packed, and people smell terrible after a day at work. Hahha, its fun though, I just have to think of the good times:
It might be immature, like laughing when someone talks about the famous “Wankel” rotary engine, but every time the automated train says, “this is the Piccadilly line, stopping all stations to CockFosters” I giggle. Sometimes I manage to hide the smile, others I’m not so lucky. Yes, I’m the foreigner, and cleverly disguised adult on the morning train every morning laughing at the word “Cock”. It’s not Co-fosters, as in Cockburn, its actually Cock-Fosters, and she says it funny.
All types of funny stuff happens here, Brits get very funny with being made to wait, for Anything! On several occasions I’ve been stuck in a tunnel next to a snooty english lady who heaves, ho’s and huffs under her breath like an old guy who’s on the tip point between chronic painful constipation and the lovely relief of losing it all. I just laugh. Like your bitchiness will get us there any quicker. Cath was saying her bus driver stopped at one of the stops on the way home from work for a scheduled stop. By the time he’d been there two minutes people were shouting from all over the buss and swearing at him to get a move on. I would have sat there extra long just to piss em off.
Anyway, here’s me on the tube, only this is in Japan, and my train is usually far more packed. .Peace…
And I leave with lyrics, not that they have anything to do with this post, nor with packed trains, but:
After years of waiting nothing came
As your life flashed before your eyes
You realize
I’m a reasonable man
Get off, get off, get off my case (x2)
I’m a reasonable man
Get off my case
Get off my case
After years of waiting
After years of waiting nothing came
And you realize you’re looking,
Looking in the wrong place
Its from Pakt like Sardines by Radiohead. Insight dude, thats my version of fore thinking. Years later someone might read this and actually think I know what I’m talking about. Course I’ll have been committed by then.
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