Anyone who’s done the blogging thing from sunny Tokyo will invariably, at some point, bitch about the transportation system.
On time: check
Packed with a bunch of belligerent assholes: Check and check
Usually, said assholery revolves around the theme of, “I don’t see you and therefore am going to take the space you’re currently occupying, preferably by cutting in front of you.” This morning, however, I was privy to an entirely new level of assholery, a raising of the bar in matters related to being a rude cunt.
The train had arrived at our station. The doors opened, and the people had gushed forth and begun flopping around as if being released onto the deck of a fishing boat. I was approaching the door, with one or two persons in front of me.
And that’s when it happened. The new trick.
Tokyo people cutting in front of you is par the course. Having them push behind you to try and get you to hurry up is an everyday occurence. But this, dear Reader, was something altogether different.
As I was walking forward, a lady behind me, possibly in her mid-twenties, reached out and grabbed the handrail to the right of one of the train seats — and yanked with all her strength, attempting to open up a gap and pull herself forward and in front of me.
It was quite ingenious really. And I appreciated that genius while elbowing her sharply back where she belonged.
I exited the train, as did Madam Puller a few seconds later. She then ran at full speed toward the escalator, attempting to cut her way into a choice spot in line. The crowd resisted, however, giving me plenty of time to wander up, give her another sharp nudge and cut my way in front of her.
Oh, yes. This is how I roll.
Incidentally, somebody gave me a cold, and I’m not very happy about it.