Coming home from the gym last night, waiting for the metro. I’m standing toward the head of the train, since it will be right next to the stairs when I get off and I’m feeling particularly lazy and/or lethargic at this point. Anyhow, the train arrives and is slowing down. I get a look at the metro “driver” (do they drive or do they simply press on the brakes and pull levers to open the doors? I’ve never understood their responsabilities), and this driver guy dude is actually wiping tears away!
I don’t know, but having someone at the helm of a fast-moving train, hurtling through the tunnels, who happens to be incredibly depressed is just not very reassuring.
posted by Michel @ 10:51 AM
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