As your fellow passenger, I encourage you to — from time to time and always in a respectful manner, to question my logic. If you’re unconvinced by my particular train and bus rules, tell me so. But allow me to convince you. And I will promise you, right here and now, no activity will ever be taboo… except that just observed. The price you pay for talking too loudly, either to someone else or on the phone, or playing loud music or films, with or without headphones, is, I collect your fucking head. Just like this fucker here. Now if any of you sonsabitches got anything else to say, now’s the fucking time.
In my fantasies I travel with a Hattori Hanzō samurai sword so that I can pad deftly down the train carriage and summarily behead people who are annoying me.
There is an unwritten rule amongst long-term regular train commuters – silence is observed.
Filed under: Bus, Films, Manners, The Drawer, Train
