Last train to oblivion...
Last night as I boarded the train, a man had decided to spread out and sleep off the night's grog. However, everyone else had been out late, too and everyone just wanted to go home.
Had I woken him up so that some elderly passengers could have a seat beside his disheveled self, would he have given me a gat in the belly? Would he simply and sullenly righted himself, apologized for the trouble, switched trains and let it go? No one will know the outcome, as I looked on with bemusement as everyone else expected someone else do do, erm...something. It's just not right, the collective minds shouted!
I have seen people making out on the train, collective make-up running under the hot fluorescent tube lighting. The passion of the moment horrifies the elderly passengers nearby. This visiting resident was quite amused. Had I been eating a sandwich at the time, my appetite might have diminished.
Lately I have had a shift where, due to timing, compels me to travel home during the Witching Hour- midnight and a half, ish. The state people are in seems odd and playful, when one has not joined them at their company after-work sloshathon. I almost feel like I should join them.
All this merrymaking as the train lumbers on its nightly finale is in extreme contrast to daytime riding, where noise and jovial conversation, are for all intents and purposes, way, way out.
Okay late night commuters! rest your weary souls among the purple and green velvet carriages but do heed the needs of your fellow riders. And please don't do us the disfavor of vomiting. Nobody wants to smell nor clean that up.
Feeling nostalgic? For audio Japanese commuting memories, the site below is for you.
Tokyo JR Jingles
Nationwide Train Jingles
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