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.
This is the amount of confined space we’re working with, people. Am I wrong in not wanting to see your bits and hear your noises?
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?
Thanks for the laugh! You’ll laugh too….eventually. 🙂 I honestly don’t get how people can do that though. Forget being comfortable with yourself, it’s just blatantly inconsiderate. I strongly recommend a good fart directed at them if it happens again.
I think Irma is on the right track
ditto!
Kevin and I were on the night train to Scotland. We were in our own private compartment and sharing some of the atrocities that you have described happening in your compartment. But we were in a private room so we figured that was fine. I guess the walls were pretty thin because at the end we got a round of applause from next door
Saucy, Alison! Saucy. Lol, I’d have no qualms overhearing such… goings on, happened many times in my travels, but I didn’t need to see it with my own eyes. Lol.