Fellow SardinesPosted: October 16, 2011
The morning commute is one rough adventure. Just like the saying goes, we are packed together like sardines. My fellow sardines and I are rubbed up against one another, non-erotically, of course. And when it’s time to exit, it’s literally like–I hate to say–pushing your way out of the womb. You would miss your stop if you didn’t shove your way through the crowd.
Even if you’re the last person to squeeze onto the train right before the door chops off the tip of your nose, another round of people is guaranteed to shove their way in at the next station.
Everyone, including myself, is already cranky in the morning. The early morning hustle doesn’t help. And the worst is when somebody cuts the cheese…oh, it’s happened (it wasn’t me).