AskUK,
I have to get something off my chest that’s been bothering me occasionally for nearly a year now.
Last Christmas, my wife and I were visiting the UK from America, and were largely amazed by how pleasant the train journeys were.
However, I had one really bizarre experience that stuck with me for how unexpected it was, and I want your take.
Here’s the situation - we’re on a train from London to Pewsey. We have reserved seats, but at London the cut off a couple of rail cars, and so many people who had reserved seats now do not - the conductor announces that it’s a free for all. Vibes are bad. My wife and I initially have seats (not our own, as someone else has taken those), but I give mine up to an elderly person, and so we get slightly separated.
As we progress across the countryside, the train fills. And fills. And fills. Frankly, it felt dangerous? People fill the aisles to the point where no one can move, and I watch each station stop become a clusterfuck of people rushing to get off, while the platform people surge forward.
Okay so, because we got on at the beginning, and have large bags for our multi-week trip, we stash the big bags in the dedicated little luggage room at the end of the carriage, and then went to sit down… but as the train fills, I get this deep sense of anxiety about how the heck I’m going to get down the aisle to the bags, extract the bags, and exit the train at the station before I get swamped by the onrush of people. I have a vision of being unable to get off the train in time and stuck on Xmas eve miles away from the destination, unable to get back.
I’m unfamiliar with the train line, have no cell service, and so pretty much immediately after the stop that I know to be the stop prior to ours, I signal to my wife and begin making my way down the aisle towards the luggage room. This is not fun - it’s a squeeze, but there’s no alternative. I cannot quantum tunnel through people, and yet everyone seems oddly resentful, sullen and unhelpful, despite presumably all facing a similar issue? Idk, it’s odd. Finally, I make it to the accordion connection point between the two carriages, where the luggage room is. Our two bags (check-in size, 20kgs each) are now piled underneath a vast stash of other bags, push chairs, wheelchairs, etc. I begin to sweat. The train is moving vigorously. I gingerly begin to try to get at my wife’s bag and my bag, knowing that if I’m still standing in this hallway pulling bags out when we arrive at the station, I’m going to be holding up many angry people.
Here’s where it got weird - I pull out bag number 1, and squeeze it next to me, steadying it with one hand, while I try and get bag number 2. This inevitably involves a little bit of bag juggling, and there isn’t much space, but I’m not squeezing anyone more than they are already squeezed. Anyway - this one guy, with a very aggressive tone, says “what are you trying to do”? Like, as if he’s trying to start a fight. What throws me is that he looks relatively normal. Like, I’m not culturally attuned to the types of people who might want to fight on public transit in the UK, but I’m just totally not expecting this. So I completely ignore it. I come from a city where public transit is populated entirely by people who will murder you not out of maliciousness, but just because they’re having a schizophrenic break, so I’m good at cultivating a sense of “this isn’t happening”.
Anyway. It kind of keeps happening - he tries to make eye contact, and keeps making comments like “what are you doing” (which - isn’t it obvious?!) but no one else says anything. They all just stare at their feet. Not the kind of supportive glance I’m hoping for. By this point, I have both bags by my feet / between my legs, and there’s only an awkward 3 or 4 minutes before the train pulls into Pewsey and, exactly as hoped, I’m able to step off the train with the massive bags without getting in anyone’s way. I have no chance to look back and see if that made it clear to him what the goal was.
Once on the station, I realize how weirdly tense and stressed I was - I’m soaked with sweat.
Anyway - I’m curious if from the British perspective I broke some kind of deep train etiquette, or if your aggressive psychos just look better dressed than ours.