With steady and careful steps, everyone was hurriedly walking along the sheltered walkway and up the escalator to catch the approaching train. The rain was a dampener and people with companions were heard remarking about the sudden downpour. The drains were quick to swell with its contents threatening to spill over the walkway and congested roads.
The rain worsened the already terrible condition of overcrowding in trains. A couple of trains went by and she was unable to board any. The small talk that she had to continue with her companion did no good to her throbbing head. All she wanted to do was to return to her cosy shelter where the familiarity would feel her with peace.
Finally she decided to squeeze in to the next train, narrowly being squashed by the train door. Thankfully, her skillful companion pulled her in just in time only to find her back plastered against the train door and her nose facing somebody's underarms. The passenger in front unceremoniously stretched out his hand over her head to reach for the door for support. Oh my gosh I am going to puke, she thought. As she tried to turn her head, since her body had no space to move, she caught the eye of an old man who seemed to be staring at her with what seemed like bemusement.
Over her own thoughts, she heard her companion's familiar voice about somebody sitting on the floor. She battled within herself whether or not to turn her head back as she would be greeted by an unsightly sight and smell before she could locate the subject. Curiosity won the better of her as she turned her head to the other direction where the subject of conversation was.
There in formal wear was a guy sitting on the floor next to the door playing with his iPhone! He sat there with earphones plugged in his ears seemingly oblivious to the crowd who were throwing him dirty looks and mumbling under their breaths about his absolute inconsideration. Fatigue and exasperation equated anger. She could not help but comment in a rather loud voice about the guy who sat and blocked the entrance in the sardine-packed train. Granted he might have had a long train ride or was also very tired but do not just plonk himself at the entrance of the train door when everyone else was jostling to find a foothold in the train! Or at the very least, look apologetic for blocking the way and taking up more space than necessary!
When the train door opened once again at the next station, he made no effort to even look up or move. There he was, well-dressed and sitting on the floor at the entrance of a public train. Many people could not board because of his obvious inconvenient presence. Many people had to make a slight detour just to alight.
When she finally reached her stop, she resisted the urge to give him a kick on her way out. She could only muster enough courage to throw him another dirty look before she was pushed out of the train.
What a terrible train ride. The too-close-for-comfort bodily presence of others and the sighting of inconsiderate people got her rather rifled up.
She could not wait to return to her safe nest. Away from the storm. Away from all the other people.















