15 June 2007


The train pulls in at a different platform this morning, so judging where the doors will be - always an inexact science - is impossible, and the Coach A regulars find themselves out of position. As the carriage loads, passengers take the first seats they find and pause to take off jackets, stow briefcases and all the other little inconsiderate things they unintentionally do, because in tune with modern mores they think of others long after they think of themselves. Towards the rear, where there are seats enough for Reading commuters too, one passenger has placed his apple core and banana peel on the other side of the table, in front of a seat that I might have wished to use, too bone idle to carry the debris three yards to the bin.

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