Warning, I’m grumpy. Can we talk about train etiquette for a second? There are some things that just blow my mind. I love trains. I love trains. There’s something magical about being able to watch the world go by as you reflect on the trip of a lifetime that you’re experiencing. You get to take in the country’s changing landscape in a way that you miss altogether when flying.
What I don’t love, nay despise, is the fact that as I write this (granted this is now the recent history for you readers), there is a couple making out in the sleeping bunk below me. I’m not a prude. Public displays of affection can be quite cute at times but people, seriously, we’re in a confined space and you’re doing god knows what under that duvet within my line of sight. Urgh.
How is that deemed appropriate train behaviour? Do you know what that means? It means I have zero shame retaliating by turning on the big light, yes the big, ugly, fluorescent light, so that I can actually get some writing done. I was trying to be polite before and keep the lights dim as we’re all tired, but damn you. Seriously, screw you and your lip smacking and eff knows what level of nudity under blankets in a PUBLIC, SHARED train compartment. I know you’re old enough to rent a room people, you’re not lovelorn teenagers.
I sound old.
Maybe that’s what turning 28 does to you.
Anyone else have horror stories of public transport they’re willing to share in the comments so that we can commiserate?