The ant feeling

The ever-so-often trips I've been taking by public transport or subway these days have made me feel, more than ever, like an ant in an ant hill. I throng together with worried people, sad people, people who are cross, careless, absent or in a hurry. I cueue as I never thought I'd ever cueue in my life :) For instance, I cueue to climb steps. Yes, I wait at the bottom of the stairs, together with a huge mass of people and I climb one step at a time, pausing every couple of seconds, because the cueue moves at the pace of a turtle. I engage in a sort of go-with-the-wave feeling as I move through the underground corridors of various subway stations, accompanied by hundreds of people, all going to work. The other day I was in the subway, standing, waiting for the train to stop and for me to get off. Several dozens of other people were doing the same. Suddenly, when the doors opened, I felt my handbag being pulled at and realised that the young lady in front of me had accidentaly hooked my bag with her own, but either didn't feel it, or did'nt care, as she was very keen on exiting as fast as possible. So, my bag and I followed the lady, as I realised it would be impossible for me to pull myself back or to try to struggle, because we both wanted to get off the train anyway, only that she was pulling right, and I was trying not to tred over too many toes on my way out. Because I love my bag, and also because I keep my laptop in it, it seemed pretty obvious that I needed to follow her, and at the end of a very interesting 5 to 6 seconds dance between, under, over and all over people, MANY PEOPLE, I finally reached the exit and found myself standing on the platform. Our two bags separated, and I could finally pause to straighten my clothes, while my friend hurried towards the escalators, probably on a galactic mission to save Planet Earth. That would be the only reason to explain her complete lack of attention and/or interest in saying "sorry" or in letting go of my poor bag :) Later on, while trying to pass through the exit gates, another young lady in front of me banged the turning rails so hard that one of them nearly hit my leg. Silly me. I should have kept a little bit of distance. On my way to the office I switch between three different subway trains. Every now and then I board a tram and it never ceases to amaze me how foul smelling the people who get on it at Chibrit are... :( And how noisy. And curious. It is, however, the only chance I get to see men wearing that wonderful outfit: training pants and pointed shoes. Or jeans generously ornated with all sorts of snappers and a shiny hair do. I look around and I see people who live a modest life and probably earn less that they deserve, peasants carrying their merchandise, jobless gypsies (I know, it's a pleonasm), boysterous youngsters who probably dream of becoming jobless gypsies when they're grown, and a few decent people coming from work, who seem to want nothing more than to get off the frickin' tram and get home...
I've had it with all this nausea. I've also had it with all the money spent on taxies this past month. I don't even feel like leaving the house any more, and, what's worse, I can't wait to be able to drive my car again. I don't ever want to know again what it smells like in tram 20 or what the voice of the train driver coming from Industriilor sounds like.
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