So last night was odd. Waited for a while for the protest to get off the tracks so we could get underway. When we got about halfway home, the driver asked us to all get off due to a train problem or something.
Most of us grumbled knowingly and got off. This happens, but not frequently. Suddenly this guy in a nice suit gets loud, raises his hand and shouts, "does anyone else feel like cattle? This is the second time they have done this to me in two weeks."
Zero response. Dead silence. Wrong soapbox. We accept the nuances of public transit. Perhaps you should, too.
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