Suits you sir

Hey, you.

Yes, you. Guy on the train with the gold Rolex and the trying-too-hard suit. I know you think that you’re the centre of the universe and deserve the extra seat you’re taking up with your fancy new black leather briefcase. And the manspreading! Good lord, if your manly parts are that engorged, you should probably go see a doctor.

I’ve seen your type before. You’re almost certainly a freshly-qualified lawyer in a top-five law firm. I’m guessing you’ve joined the corporate law department, and I know you’re pretty fresh in the role as once you’ve been there a year or two you’ll graduate from the cheapest Rolex (who are you trying to impress?) to something more subtly expensive – a nice Bremont, perhaps. And your suit will move up from trying-too-hard to one which actually suits.

Whether you’ll grow out of your arrogance and entitlement to two seats is another matter. I’d like to hope so – I know some corporate lawyers who have risen from trainee to partner and they’re lovely people. You’ll find that you get a lot further in this world by showing a little consideration to others.

So, when the train is getting full, move your shiny new briefcase and your besuited arse over to let others sit down, without waiting for someone to pluck up the courage to ask if they can sit there.

thanks
The guy glaring at you from across the carriage
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Adventures in rail travel

Or, how to play nicely when it comes to sharing space on the train.

On the train this morning I found an aisle seat at a table. There was a guy sat next to me in the window seat, and opposite me another guy who was making use of the window seat next to him for his bag.

The train was getting full, but when it pulled out of the station it was clear that everyone in our carriage had got a seat.

Five minutes later the train pulled into the next station. The man opposite started huffing and shuffling his stuff around, fiddling with his laptop bag as people boarded, giving every impression that he was about to shift his bag and move over to the window seat to make room for other passengers.

The train set off again, our friend stopped faffing with his bag and sat back.

Until the next station, where a repeat of the same situation happened – he moved papers around, zippped and unzipped his bag, and once again, gave a plausible impression of someone just about to move.

Except he didn’t, as the passengers either shuffled past or took up space in the vestibule at the end of the carriage.

Look. Just move into the window seat. Make room for the other poor souls forced to spend twenty minutes together on the morning commute. Is it too much to ask?

Mind the… gap?

I’m intrigued by signs. The other week I was listening to a fantastic episode of the 99% Invisible podcast, featuring Scott McCloud talking about making comics. In it, Scott talks about signs and how often they’re really badly designed. Coming from a comics background where the aim is to give the reader a clear understanding of what’s going on, he has lots of interesting things to say on the subject.

It also made me think about the sign in the photo. It’s on the inside of the train doors I catch on my daily commute, and I’d never really given it much thought until listening to Scott.

“Mind the gap” is useful advice, and fairly standard on trains, especially the Tube in London. The graphic which goes with it though is an odd choice. That’s not really a gap, is it? It’s more of a step. In which case ‘”Mind the step” would be a more apt description.

Anyway. These are the thoughts which go through my head. You should definitely check out 99% Invisible – it’s a fantastic podcast. You never know quite what you’re going to get, but you will walk away having learned something about the world.

Right, I’m off to investigate Scott’s book, Understanding Comics. Anyone read it?

Are you from here?

Waiting at the crossing on the way up to work yesterday, a woman approached me.

“Excuse me,” she said. “Are you from Leeds?”

A few answers immediately came to mind.

No, I’m from Newcastle originally.

No, I live in Wakefield.

Then the penny dropped. She was lost and looking for some help.

“Yes, I am. Can I help?”

Turns out she was looking for Albion Street, which may happened to be over the road. But it got me thinking.

Whilst I’m not *from* Leeds, I’ve lived here or hereabouts since I came to university in 1989. I’ve lived here longer than I ever lived anywhere else.

So yes, I guess I am from here.

Where are you from?

Music

Dude, if I can hear the music you’re listening to on your headphones over the music I’m listening to on mine, yours is too loud.

Just sayin’

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