Kevin, finally got around to reading your witty observation of the daily grind on the tube. Very funny. Do you blog? I'd definitely add you to my google reader subscription. :)
On 14 February[masked]:31, Kevin <[address removed]>
I think that would be a bit iffy as development can be stressful anywhere. But let's give a London-specific scenario.
Assume you're whistlin' a tune that sounds a bit like "Hi Ho Hi Ho, it's off to code I go...". You head into the Tube and bustle past all those slow moving people who drag plastic wheelie suitcases behind them like they were some kind of medical attachment. But while you'd always give someone towing an oxygen tank a politely wide berth, you would have little patience for the fun-size suitcases that could safely store all 7 of the Snow White dwarves that could have helped you sing Hi Ho! A series of motorised sardine cans pulls up to the platform and opens. It gasps and exhales a batch of tube drones who don't smile and don't blink!
The cotton, polyester and woollen threads of clothes wind everyone into a close-pressed sweaty mass of humanity. People get squeezed nose to armpit and fixate on a point in space that's really a portal to their happy place or a window into what's in their in tray. The door closes and you can't but help to stop and consider all your new temporary friends.
There's the guy with eye-watering halitosis who is trying to adjust an errant nostril hair with his nose because he can't manage to scratch it. And with every tidy burp and cough you get a 3D smellovision tour of his G.I track! Then there's the guy who is playing his iPod way too loud. It's a silent scream for help that says "Notice me". And you'll be deafened by it unless you wear your mental ear plugs! Then sometimes there's the one with the wild 'n crazy clothes. She's doing that poised pause and has a look that says "I am... an individual, not a drone". Next to all the other poised-pausers who are also not part of the herd. Then ever occasionally there's the one you never see: the person who let off a quiet fart and got off at the last station.
Then there's the final kicker, depending on whether you're an optimist or a pessimist. It's the announcement that although there are "delays in service on lines A, B, and C...all other lines are great!". And then you go off to code.
Most of the time the Tube is actually OK, but sometimes it's good to walk or travel above ground somehow. Daylight is definitely underrated :)
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