Why I hate commuting ... part 2
Picture this ... you're in London, in rush hour and you get on the tube train (an underground train or subway, for americans and others).
Now, the word 'train' should give it away really. Trains go fast ... admittedly tube trains don't always go fast but you get the idea, a tube train is at some point going to move.
So, you get on the tube and the sometimes grumpy, sometimes bored, occasionally witty driver says something like "mind the doors, this train is ready to depart". As it's at rush hour there are no seats left, it's standing room only. There follows an ear splitting noise (especially when you're right next to them) as the doors close.
That should give you and your fellow passengers a clue as to what is coming next.
But no, on each and every journey made at rush hour there is always at least one person in your carriage who has failed to realise that the train they have just boarded will at some point move; they have failed to notice the warning or the closing of the doors.
When the train moves forward they lurch, wildy grabbing on to anything close to hand.
And worse ... they always have a look of surprise on their face?!
And even worse than that ... the same thing happens at the next station!!
So please, I beg of you, take hold of the hand rail and be aware of what is going on around you. Don't try and read a broadsheet or put your make-up on. Stand with your feet shoulder width apart preferrably with your knees unlocked.
It might not look elegant but neither is sprawling face down into a stock brokers portfolio.