Such as happened today.
Transport strikes are always a bit of a guessing game; trying to guess what the knock-on effects will be. Trying to second-guess the behaviour of crowds.
The journey wasn't too bad this morning; I got a bit delayed by traffic on Brixton Hill. I don't know whether that was a result of the Victoria Line closure, the ongoing roadworks of various description or something transient. I travelled from Oval to Westminster via Embankment and it was stress free.
This evening I decided that I would go on the Northern Line to Clapham Common. I try to avoid the Northern Line generally in the early evening; sometimes it can get extremely busy. But I thought it was probably the least worst way of getting home.
It's another example of where one wishes to have better understanding of the behaviour of crowds. The Dot Matrix Indicator at Embankment said "Kennington ....1; Morden.....4". Do I get the first train and hope to catch a Bank branch train at Kennington, or do I wait for a through train, but risk that "everybody else" has the same idea. I chose the former.
At Kennington, a train shut its doors as I got there. The next one came in at the other platform; by the time that I - and many other people - had the chance to read the announcement and walk, it, too, was shutting its doors. I couldn't get on the third because it was sort of full. It wasn't really but people just didn't move down inside.
The next train came. People were crushed in extreme proximity in that standing area near the door. No way was anyone getting on unless people got off. Fortunately, two people got off, and as I was second in the "queue" I was on. I spotted space. There was an enormous gaping space in between the seats. "That's mine!" I thought. "Excuse me!" I said. No one moved. So I pushed my way through. Not aggressively, but in a 'there's a dirty great big space there and I'm going to stand there in preference to being squashed between overdressed tall men and under-dressed bony women, all of them at least ten years my junior' sort of way.
In pushing through I had disturbed the equilibrium allowing four people on behind me, but leaving half a dozen still on the platform.
There was an announcement to 'move down the carriages' so I did but nobody followed me, even though there was room for three of the anorexic bony fashionistas, and half a dozen people stuck on the platform. The bloke on my far side practically pushed me off with the elbow he had to extend at a 90° angle to hold the oh so important documents he was too macho to put in a man bag.
I had enough space to stretch my arms and make an aeroplane (I didn't, of course). I had enough space to do the high kicks in the carriage; I looked at the sardines in bemusement. It was as if a barrier was erected blocking encroachment into the 'between the seats' area. Scared, squashed and sweaty these slightly posh vapid youth stayed resolutely in each other's damp armpits.
Admittedly I did get The Elbow in my boob a few times when the train jolted and jerked, so I turned round, which meant that The Elbow got hit by my rucksack several times. Oh dear. Plus I had to endure the glares of The Sardines furious at my capacious space while they soaked in each other's sweat.
It always seems to be the same. Forgetting tourists in the central area, those least likely to move down the carriage are the achingly trendy twenty-somethings. I could sort of understand it if they were getting off at the next stop, but they weren't.
I don't see their point. Their behaviour is very selfish to those left behind on the platform. But there's no pay-off for the selfishness. Packed like animals consuming each other's bodily fluids isn't pleasant. I always move down when the bus or train is crowded, if at all possible, I can't stand being huddled with smelly strangers near the door. And more often than not, I am rewarded with a seat, and the glares of those too scared to move away from the doors.
I do think sometimes these immature women/children must think I'm scary or unfeminine or something. I suppose I just like playing mind games, and staking out territory, and calculating how far to go to claim my right before it borders on obnoxious. I always have an excuse "But look how many more people got on because I moved down the carriage!" And I usually find my eye being caught by someone else of the same mindset who is applauding my common sense. It's not exactly enlightened self-interest, because the benefit of others is how I justify behaviour motivated by my own needs and desires, but I think it's a close relative.
