Riding the rush-hour rail is virtually unbearable. Trains run like it is slow time in a small city. And stations fill and refill to full capacity in increments of less than five minutes.
The masses wait on an overflowing station for a train that is already filled to capacity. People who need to get to school or work or other urgent appointments are forced to choose between waiting at the station – just standing idle while the next three to five overflowing trains pass them by while watching the clock “tick-tock” before their eyes – or squishing, squeezing and sandwiching themselves into the railcar, riding crotch-to-butt, sweaty-faced and sweaty-assed, belongings smacking each other in the legs, balls and face.
Customers need to stop allowing this to happen. They need to start getting pissed and/or advertising their pissed-off-ed-ness. How much longer are you going to stay quiet while bending over with your pants down, as someone continuously and mercilessly flogs you?
And what about establishments? Don’t they know anything about human nature? Human beings want and need SPACE. People do not like being cramped shoulder-to-shoulder with everybody else in the room, catching that whiff of everybody else’s funky breath, deodorant depravation and butt-hole crust.
Establishments – that is, if they give a damn – probably just think people are trying to claim their own spaces because they are afraid of one another. Not true. People are not afraid of each other, they just want their own space. Now does that mean if you’re holding a convention for one hundred people, you should make space for two hundred? Absolutely not. Just make enough room so people won’t have to step on a whole lot of toes while French kissing and crotch-raping everyone else in the vicinity!
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