Short trained.

What does Murphy’s Law dictate for when its pouring rain?  Make the already crowded train two carriages short… That’s what has happened this morning and now I sit in stuffy carriage with mine and everyone else’s soggy umbrellas without a seat to spare as we approach Emu Plains were more people get on than ever before.  Great start to the day!

Last night coming home, the carriage was infested with Bogan Moths and there were more than 20.  Luckily most of them sat on the end wall of the carriage obviously groggy from the ¾ a can of fly spray that the conductor had sprayed on them.  And if this wasn’t bad enough, the train was held up at Parramatta as a lady had fallen through the gap between the train and platform.

She obviously had gotten up and come into my carriage, but the train refused to budge until the stations “safety officer” checked her out and interviewed her.  She refused to get off and they did their “assessment” of her on the train.  “Can you stand?” “Are you in pain?” “Do you need an ambulance?”… these were all asked of her as we all sat listening and getting increasingly pissed off.  She answered all the questions with a “Yes I’m fine” and her travelling companion said she would look after her as they made their way to Springwood.

When the CityRail staff had left, the companion started talking up how they can sue CityRail and get a motza!  “$50 grand easy!” was repeated quite often in the carriage in clear earshot of everyone else.  To make matters worse, the conductor would come in between stations and ask her if she was ok and could they do anything for her… he was actually quite polite, but every time he left them, they kept talking up their chances of a law suit…

In my mind as far as I can see, the woman was fine, but I bet CityRail get a legal letter sighting “psychological damages” and a “significant degradation of their clients quality of life”.

Go figure…