The Spanish have this reputation as being a laid-back species, always putting things off until 'mañana' (although this is actually a popular misconception, I believe that it is South America that truly claims this 'honour', but the Spanish still have a laid-back reputation), and they themselves like to claim that they are not as crazy as those fast-living northern Europeans and Americans. Well, maybe its because I live in the city but quite frankly I dispute this. And as an (first, with a series to follow, possibly) example I give you those people at danger to the entire public-transport using public of Madrid - the sprint-as-fast-as-you-can-to-catch-the-train-because-the-one-in-3-minutes-will-make-such-a-difference-to-how-late-how-I-ammers.
what a species! They threaten to bring the death rate back to 3rd World levels what with the amount of quite frail pensioners who, quite frankly I have to admit shouldn't be out in the city unsupervised. But that's not my point. I only care about what it means to ME... and that is the following: a) I get jarred in the back by a stray arm/head/bag/umbrella/small dog, b) I'm on the train and as the doors close some wanker runs and gets in the way of the doors closing, thus causing the train to be further delayed for those of us with half a mind. Especially the notable example where this stupid, stupid, imbecilic girl (probably early 20s) ran, umbrella tip 1st, towards closing doors, only for the umbrella to get caught between the doors. She screamed
as the train started to move, the train stopped, the driver got out and spent like 5/10 minutes getting the doors open. Then she had the cheek to get the train anyway. God we glowered at her, what a dick! And you may think I'm being selfish, but think of all those in trains waiting to get to the station back on the line. THINK OF THEM!!
mmm... positivity.
Well, not that its been that bad, but I have to say nothing springs to mind. I should take notes...
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