Whingers, the lot of 'em.

Where do I start?

It's my pet hate. Commuters. At the top of my list are the whinging ones, who reckon that the quality of public transport should be akin to that which one gets with a hired limo. But today, I came across a different kind of whinging commuter. The kind that only catch the train once or twice a year. The kind that thinks that they're above public transport. This specific group of people that I saw today were on their way to the Royal Easter Show.

First off, the train was late, but not by much - less than five minutes, and that's not even officially late by the timetabling standards. Out came the first whinge. "Can't Costa do anything right?", despite the fact that Michael Costa isn't the Transport Minister anymore. One woman ranted about having her life wasted by CityRail and that she should've just driven like she does everyday to work. My God woman! You wait for hours on end at a bank without so much as a whimper but three minutes for a train and suddenly your life is wasting away? God forbid!

Second whinge: "the train smells". Jeez sorry lady, they were out of Glade TrainFresh^TM.

Third whinge: "the train stops too much". Get a taxi, bitch.

Fourth whinge: "there isn't much to see, all you can see are train tracks and the backs of buildings". It's a suburban train trip for Pete's sake! You use it to get from point A to point B! It's hardly a scenic holiday journey! Gah!

NB: quotes are not verbatim but closely reflect sentiments of the aforementioned whinging commuter.


Listening to:
Title: Billie Jean
Artist: Neil Finn
Album/station: Triple M Musical Challenge vol.3 (2003)
Length: 2.50