I LOVE subways! I'm not talking about the beloved sandwich chain. I'm talking about train systems, below and above ground. I like all public transportation, but I especially love subway systems.
I love the whoosh of the train as it screams to a stop in the station. I love the rush of people running up and down stairs, scurrying to the right platform, hurrying on and off the trains when the doors open. I love the chaos!
I love the people themselves. I love the wide variety of people, from the very young to the very old, the mix of ethnicities and religions and colors. I love to analyze the various fashions they wear, from the pajama casual to the business casual. The men in bowties and fedoras, and the ones in Jordans and jeans. The women in dresses and heels, and the ones in high-waisted jeans and cropped tops.
I love to watch what people do on the train. Some read books, magazines, or newspapers. Others, headphones in place, listen to music. Some steal quick cat-naps. Others, like me, people watch.
I love to try to figure out which of my fellow train travelers are tourists and which are locals. Some are easy to assess. The girl carrying the large bag from which she produces a pair of flats, which she quietly places on her feet in place of the four-inch stilettos, which then fill the void in the bag, is quite obviously a local. The couple engrossed in the subway map, trying to decode its lines and colors in order to determine their next move, are clearly from out of town. Other passengers are more difficult to read.
But regardless of the complexities, the adventure of learning a new city based on its trains is always a thrill. The opportunity to experience the surge of people hurrying to their destinations never ceases to provide an exhilarating rush.
Do you enjoy or loathe travel by subway? Does public transportation excite or annoy you?
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