to tell the maniac U3 driver that the train switches sides of the track between Implerstraße and Brüdermuhlstraße after 9:30 p.m. A woman chucked her very boring purse contents and I nearly lost my grip on my viola case. A few more degrees of tilt and more than just a few people would have been meeting noses and not giggling about it later. Only after the driver stopped, mumbled something and then proceeded to drive on did I realize that we didn’t hit a body in the tunnel after all.
The rest of my yesterday was spent chasing trains on different tracks, deciphering which way the wagons would arrive on my connection and battling the woman behind me who used my chair with broken reclining mechanism as crutch every 5 minutes.
I’m frustrated with you, public transportation.
You know I was finally in a subway train where somebody actually pulled the emergency lever the other day. The drive stopped and ask in a blah manner, “would the person who pulled the lever, pull it again if it is an emergency”. Then he drove on. The written hype about the consequences of pulling the lever (are there any?) is so underrated.
The city is almost finished setting up for Oktoberfest and we all know what an animal house the public transportation will be like in Munich.
It is a wall of these moments that reminds me of the fond times me and my little POS car had in Florida. Or not…
