Every morning I enter what I think most people have now dubbed the ‘commuter battle ground’. Filled with frustrating slow walkers, people who are quite quick to forget their manners and those that think their bag (especially on a wet and rainy day) is entitled to a seat on the train.
Regarding the latter, I usually ask them if their bag has a ticket… that makes them move it quite quickly. Although I remember once on a busy train from Birmingham to Manchester, a conductor selling a stubborn wanker a ticket for his bag that he refused to move on an over crowded train. The guy paid £120 just to have a bag next to him. With an empty luggage rack above… Maybe he had drugs in his bag? Or some precious Feberge Egg in there…
Generally my mornings involve a fast paced walk to the station, where I religiously then check the board to see how many carriages the train will have. I’ve been caught out too many times when my usual 5 carriage train arrives with only 1 or 2 carriages! I then head to my “spot” and yes, this is exactly what Sheldon himself would do. The spot where I know that the train doors open, to a carriage that usually has available seats and of course my favourite seat. Like a religion I bow down to this worshipful spot.
The only issue with said spot, it would seem that recently two of my fellow commuters have cottoned on to where I stand. These insistent fellow spot worshippers now battle me out every morning for the ample standing place. I generally win because I am small and nimble, the train ninja I like to call myself. I also started leaving the house a bit earlier… Sad really…
It’s not all modern warfare this commuting lark though. I have commuters that every morning I say hi too, nod at and make small talk with. It’s not all awful. Especially when the same group of us stick to the same carriage, same train and routine every morning. We’ve been known to rally round when London Midland fuck up the trains, having shared cabs and offered each other lifts home in the past when it’s all gone tits up, as typically we all get the same train home!
I’d like to say my commuting days will be over some day, but as we’ve decided to settle in Worcester I won’t be moving any closer to work any time soon. I’m happy with this though, Worcester is a lovely city and we have a lot of friends here.
So tell me, are you a fellow routine commuter? How do you cope with the morning commute? Let me know in the comments,