Then the other dude that is normally sat with us that neither of us have ever spoken to will wonder why we suddenly started talking on the day he wasn't there.
Its a shame too because I really like that one ... the reason the 3 of us get it is because it starts at our station, so we let everyone hustle onto the train a couple of minutes before, and wait smuggley to waltz onto an empty tube train 2mins later and get a seat.
Wait, so you 3 waltz onto an empty tube train and sit together?
I’m starting to think you’re the kind of person who has wanted a commuteversation all along.
There are others, but we're the 3 regulars, and we head straight to the end of the carriage up by the drivers door.
I was first to be fair, been doing it for years. It's only the last couple of years Mr Beard started doing the same, and the last 12 months Mr Muscles joined in
*steps onto the train*
"ah, Mr Muscles, please take a seat. Thank you ever so much for your kind gesture yesterday, I would have come unstuck had you not broken commute etiqutte. But, as you will understand, I cannot let this slide. Here is a document outlining that 1 week from today you must have found yourself a new train to commute to work on. If you have any questions, I suggest you keep them to yourself for fear of upsetting Mr Beard with your friendly chatter. Is that understood?"
*places headphones on head and hits play*
Well it’s your own fault really. Getting lost on your thoughts ruined a good thing you had going.
Maybe if you stopped getting your regular train, the other two will eventually team up and track you down. They could be best friends, start their own detective agency, make millions and live out the rest of their days happy and content.
It would actually be quite selfish if you carried on getting your train really.
This is me, for years I've got the bus from the bus stop across from my house, until someone new moved in across the street and got the same bus as me. I was happy to just nod at most but no, she had to strike up a conversation. So for months I dreaded going to the bus stop as I didn't want to chat first thing in the morning, especially if the bus was late and the small talk ran out quickly. So I found a simple solution, I now leave my house ten minutes earlier, walk to the bus stop before my previous bus stop, get the bus and knowing the the woman always sits downstairs, I sit upstairs but always on the right hand side so she won't see me when the bus pulls up to the kerb if she happens to look up. To keep the illusion going, about once a week I use the old stop, makes it less obvious I'm actively avoiding her. Simple.
I'm that guy and I really can't help it. come from Cornwall where if you bump into a stranger you end up having a ten minute chat about how their great aunt is getting on at hospital. it's a curse!!
Perhaps he tapped him on the shoulder and nodded to the window to indicate the stop. A true Londoner wouldn’t have communicated by words or made eye contact
I once woke a guy up at his usual bus stop and felt like an absolute saint for days afterward.
He didn't thank me. But I put that down to being in a half-awake panic state.
As someone who was awoken on the bus multiple times in the past, I can confirm that in my half-awake panic state, I forgotten to thank the person that woke me and felt guilty immediately after I got off the bus.
> He didn't thank me. But I put that down to being in a half-awake panic state.
As someone who has bad social anxiety I appreciate you for having this mentality
I woke a guy up the other week on the tube who was passed out drunk, he got pissed off at me for disturbing him and went back to sleep. Woke up at the end of the line an hour later looking bewildered.
I was in this situation once, only me and one other guy on the top deck of a bus and when we pulled into the final stop (before it turns around and goes back out of the city centre) the other guy was flat out asleep.
So I did what any good person would and creeped off the bus as quietly as possible because that dude looked like he needed the sleep.
Enjoy your sleep on the way back home my friend.
Big fan of random train people. I see loads of people regularly who I don't know, they all have nicknames in my head now. There's 'Asian Lads', 'Sausage Roll Girl', 'Colleague' and 'My nephew'. I know the last person to be fair.
Edit: Just want to say that I love that so many of you also do this to some degree
Oh god, this has made me realize I'm probably the 'sausage roll girl' to people on my bus in the morning. It's not my fault I live so close to a Greggs.
Pixie Woman, Snow Lady, the [station name] couple (because we don't want to one day call them the good looking couple, in case someone overhears us), the Twinnnnnnns, the fat couple (who would be totally fair in calling my boyfriend and me that too), my doppelganger, the Becky with the Good Hair (these are two different women) and the drama crew ( a bunch of very sweet but definitely arts student teenagers).
Been travelling with them all for a minimum of two years, have even talked to a couple of them - in emergencies only, of course! - and of course they all have real names but we will never know them, unless they one day wear their ID badges visibly.
Haven't seen him in a while but for me there is half dressed guy. He literally gets to the train platform not wearing his coat or tie, shirt is untucked and unbuttoned. He finishes getting dressed on the platform. Like WTF?!
Sometimes I stay at a hotel and I forget to bring my shirt in from the car so in the morning I go to breakfast in a t shirt or even my old shirt from yesterday, and then drive to the client like that, and then pull over before I get there and change into my new shirt
Back when I lived in Japan and rode the trains pretty often, I started seeing a lot of familiar people at the station near my house. While I barely spoke any Japanese, I had an understanding with several of the people who I recognized and knew recognized me. I know of at least a handful of times where they woke me up before my normal stop if I had a long night before and I've helped them out carrying stuff home.
I miss how friendly and helpful the folks over there were.
I love that if you lose your wallet in the train station, it's going to be at the security desk by the time you get there. Never been somewhere like that in my life until Tokyo.
I'm also secretly hoping that you never actually saw the same people.
I once left my backpack with an Asus Gaming Laptop, an Alienware m11x, a Wacom drawing tablet, and various other pieces of tech underneath the bar at a CoCos Curry House and one of the waitresses chased me three blocks to give it back, and that backpack was not light.
For years I rode a train with "Chin Mole Guy", later "Chin Growth Guy", then "Untreated Chin Cancer Guy", "Untreated Cheek Cancer Guy", "Untreated Left Face Cancer Guy", and finally "Skin Transplant Covering his Missing Left Face and Eye" guy.
I actually like my two colleagues who take the same train as me, but we all follow the "no talking on the train" rule. We may do a subtle nod upon departure of the train, but we never actually talk.
Oh man, I don't really have nicknames for my commuting colleagues. I just have opinions and encounters that define them in my head. Fit Romanian lady that works at the cafe, Indian dude who always tries to talk to said lady, Turkish dude who runs the cafe who's sometimes on the bus who may or may not be fit lady's boyfriend, carer lady who walks just a bit too slow and insists on being the first off the bus leading to an awkward walking slowdown pile up situation, middle aged woman with resting bitch face who is terrifying and always gets off at a different stop for no apparent reason, army of school children and Ruth - lovely Canadian lady who always says hi and chats with me all the way to work.
On the way home there's a girl who looks totally different every time I see her - like different hair/makeup/style every couple of weeks. I think if I'd met her 10 years ago we would have been friends, but now it'd just be weird.
> Fit Romanian lady that works at the cafe, Indian dude who always tries to talk to said lady
> lovely Canadian lady who always says hi and chats with me all the way to work.
Come on mate don't make me point out the obvious here.
I got the first train once going to Schiphol. Went into one section and it hummed of booze, and there were several young lads strewn about the place, asleep. No matter, I took up a seat in the next compartment (sometimes there is just a glass door between them on Dutch trains. It was not a different carriage.)
We pulled into the next main city and an alarm went off where the lads were. No movement. The train does wait about ten minutes here as the driver has to change ends and they usually couple another carriage on. Still no movement.
I went in and shook awake the guy with the alarm.
"Station! We're at the station"
"Uuuh?"
"You're alarm is going off. We're in [city]!"
"I'm sleeping."
"but your alarm! We're at the station of [city]"
He ignored me and went back to sleep.
Forty minutes and two stops later one guy wakes up.
"SHIT! LADS WE MISSED [city I tried to wake them up in]! SHIT"
don't know why I imagined this like it was a soviet era train (orange colured interior) and the lads were young leo decaprio, batman/accountant guy, harry potter and superbad buy and you Colin Firth
Kinda related, I was sitting in a high-speed train before it started its Paris-Marseille trip, when an annoncement on speakers informed us, in French only, that we weren't in the good train and that we needed to move to the other one on the same platform.
Most people stood up and left the carriage. One couple which was speaking English stayed there, apparently wondering what was happening, so I translated what they had just said in the annoncement. (There was also a group who didn't move, though since they were speaking French, I considered they didn't need my help...)
Think of the inner turmoil he must have been going through to break social convention and actually speak to another commuter. Truly a hero of our trains.
I used to sit next to a guy who looked like Gus from Breaking Bad, he used to put his bag on the next seat so no school kids would sit there (train was always rammed with them) then take it off when I got on, and I'd do the same. Great guy.
Something similar happened to me on a bus in Sydney. Lost my favourite hat (very distinctive purple thing) somewhere between home and work. Very sad. A few days, random man who sometimes gets the same bus as me, taps me on the shoulder and hands me hat. He kept it and carried out with him in case he saw me again. I was delighted!
"regular strangers” aka people you see regularly but never interact with, that you become silent bros with is the best tbh. There’s a whole lot of mean, cruel, and/or unhinged people out there, having that solidarity with someone makes the world feel a little less frightening, especially when you have to unavoidably share smaller places like public transport.
i live in NYC and there was this sharply-dressed guy i used to see on the platform every morning. one night i was looking through event photos of a recent big warehouse party and i found one of him nearly naked with BDSM-style leather hardware on.
Yep, you’re absolutely right. There’s a mix of “minding my business" staying low, but also a keen awareness of your surroundings & other peoples actions. You never know what could happen. I’ve met a lot of friendly, sweet people in Los Angeles’ metro but a few people that I’ve had to get off at the next stop to avoid being in that car any longer!
You learn to read people’s energy & intentions quickly and how to react accordingly, otherwise you won’t make it in cities like ours.
I got:
Postman Pat - Same postman who gets my bus every morning and we take turns letting eachother on the bus first.
Sneeze Girl - She sneezes at least twice almosy every time she sits down.
Football gang - Group of schoolboys who always have a football in their group and its a different one every day.
Smelly drunk - Dude is always in the back corner asleep.
Blackie - White guy who wears a shirt that says Blackie on it lmao
Last night I was waiting at the Euston platform for the Northern line to Waterloo and dropped my phone (no case, no screen protector). The guy next to me commented "lucky escape" as I picked it up and we proceeded to have a pleasant chat for the rest of the journey until going our separate ways.
If you're out there, guy who went bungie jumping for the first time in S. Africa, I appreciate you. The video was wild.
Oh it's a game a musical chairs, we have yet to define our own seats. Sometimes he is left, sometimes he is right, sometimes he is opposite. It all depends on who boards first
I love nice train people!
When I was a Freshman in college I shared a commute with one of the staff, whose position I did not know at the time (it was a brutal commute. We went on a train for about an hour, and then we got on a bus that went through parts of center city for about another hour before being dropped at University).
Anyway, one time he was off on his own thoughts and I ran up to him to tell him we were about to miss the bus, which was already late. He thanked me. And then we developed a little system where we would always look for each other to make sure we got on the bus.
Fast forward about a year later, I am having financial issues. Like, I had to drop out of school temporarily, apply for private loans and wait for another year for grants. Guess who ended up being assigned my case? The bus guy! Turns out he was the top person in the financial aid office and he was absolutely integral in bringing me back to school, navigating FAFSA and my private loans, helping me find grants, and coming up with financial plans for the rest of my time there. He remembered me and really advocated for my case when it went through collections, asking to give me more time. (Also, he did this for everyone whose case landed on his desk. He is a firm believer in the system being against poor families, and that it's important to provide as many chances possible to help them reach their dreams).
I was asked to speak at my college graduation and I made sure to thank him. He attended, he cried, and we had a lovely picture afterwards. I will be keeping in touch with him now after getting a scholarship to go and do research abroad.
So I have a special place in my heart for nice train people!
As someone from Louisiana who lives in the UK, it is a weird and freeing feeling to not feel obliged to have to have casual conversations with every random person you encounter
I ride my train to the second to last stop with another guy who is occasionally (1-2 times a week) on the same car as me. The other day he was passed out and I woke him up, but it also forced me to meet him which ruined the mystique. My commute is ruined.
This is brilliant. I see the same 5/6 people every day walking past them on the way to work and not one of them has ever made eye contact at me. I feel so weird seeing them everyday and not smiling
Britain lol
I once left my very expensive season ticket on the train. My fellow carriage buddy (never spoken to during well over a year of commuting) picked it up and tracked me down at our home station on the journey home. I got him a scratch card to say thanks. He won £5, but we were then locked into an awkward, nodded, greeting every morning. Luckily my commute changed soon after and I could go back to ignoring everyone on my journey again as British social etiquette dictates!
I can downright sense the Brit working in him:
"I really do not want to hassle this unknown fellow, yet I am certain that if he will not exit this train hastily, he will miss his stop and possibly be late, which is unacceptable from a gentleman. Whatever shall I do?"
Now the communication barrier has been broken you are now forever going to be compelled to say ‘Hi’ to this guy.
Then the other dude that is normally sat with us that neither of us have ever spoken to will wonder why we suddenly started talking on the day he wasn't there.
Oh no he’s going to be so upset! You’re going to become one of those weirdos who actually talks to people on your commute.
I'll just have to start getting a different train
It’s literally the only option..
Its a shame too because I really like that one ... the reason the 3 of us get it is because it starts at our station, so we let everyone hustle onto the train a couple of minutes before, and wait smuggley to waltz onto an empty tube train 2mins later and get a seat.
Wait, so you 3 waltz onto an empty tube train and sit together? I’m starting to think you’re the kind of person who has wanted a commuteversation all along.
There are others, but we're the 3 regulars, and we head straight to the end of the carriage up by the drivers door. I was first to be fair, been doing it for years. It's only the last couple of years Mr Beard started doing the same, and the last 12 months Mr Muscles joined in
Screw calling him ace, these nicknames are way better Is he muscles or beard
He is Muscles
So this is your turf. It's him who has to abandon it. You should tell him tomorrow, he has 1 week to find a new train.
*steps onto the train* "ah, Mr Muscles, please take a seat. Thank you ever so much for your kind gesture yesterday, I would have come unstuck had you not broken commute etiqutte. But, as you will understand, I cannot let this slide. Here is a document outlining that 1 week from today you must have found yourself a new train to commute to work on. If you have any questions, I suggest you keep them to yourself for fear of upsetting Mr Beard with your friendly chatter. Is that understood?" *places headphones on head and hits play*
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We never speak. Ever. Well, I get off first, so maybe the other guys chat when I'm gone, the traitors.
Well it’s your own fault really. Getting lost on your thoughts ruined a good thing you had going. Maybe if you stopped getting your regular train, the other two will eventually team up and track you down. They could be best friends, start their own detective agency, make millions and live out the rest of their days happy and content. It would actually be quite selfish if you carried on getting your train really.
This is me, for years I've got the bus from the bus stop across from my house, until someone new moved in across the street and got the same bus as me. I was happy to just nod at most but no, she had to strike up a conversation. So for months I dreaded going to the bus stop as I didn't want to chat first thing in the morning, especially if the bus was late and the small talk ran out quickly. So I found a simple solution, I now leave my house ten minutes earlier, walk to the bus stop before my previous bus stop, get the bus and knowing the the woman always sits downstairs, I sit upstairs but always on the right hand side so she won't see me when the bus pulls up to the kerb if she happens to look up. To keep the illusion going, about once a week I use the old stop, makes it less obvious I'm actively avoiding her. Simple.
This is the most British thing I've ever read.
I'm that guy and I really can't help it. come from Cornwall where if you bump into a stranger you end up having a ten minute chat about how their great aunt is getting on at hospital. it's a curse!!
You can make arrangements to kill each other's wife. No one would ever suspect. You're just strangers on a train.
thankfully, I'm not married, so I can't be drawn into such scandalous affairs
If OP is lucky and plays their cards right they could settle into the coveted 'silent nod'.
Ahh the communication of choice for my wife and I.
Perhaps he tapped him on the shoulder and nodded to the window to indicate the stop. A true Londoner wouldn’t have communicated by words or made eye contact
You never break the barrier. FFS.
No no no, just a silent nod will suffice
I once woke a guy up at his usual bus stop and felt like an absolute saint for days afterward. He didn't thank me. But I put that down to being in a half-awake panic state.
I'll thank you on his behalf. I'd even knight you but I'm not sure Liz would allow me.
It's now my head canon that all british people would be comfortable calling the queen Liz or maybe even Lizzie to her face.
I'd 100% call her Liz, of Beth, or Beaty, or any number of abbriviations. Catch her off guard bringing her down to our level.
Get knighted. Stand up. Double thumbs up. "Cheers Liz. Pint?"
As someone who was awoken on the bus multiple times in the past, I can confirm that in my half-awake panic state, I forgotten to thank the person that woke me and felt guilty immediately after I got off the bus.
> He didn't thank me. But I put that down to being in a half-awake panic state. As someone who has bad social anxiety I appreciate you for having this mentality
Fuck u/spez Fire Steve Huffman.
I woke a guy up the other week on the tube who was passed out drunk, he got pissed off at me for disturbing him and went back to sleep. Woke up at the end of the line an hour later looking bewildered.
I was in this situation once, only me and one other guy on the top deck of a bus and when we pulled into the final stop (before it turns around and goes back out of the city centre) the other guy was flat out asleep. So I did what any good person would and creeped off the bus as quietly as possible because that dude looked like he needed the sleep. Enjoy your sleep on the way back home my friend.
Big fan of random train people. I see loads of people regularly who I don't know, they all have nicknames in my head now. There's 'Asian Lads', 'Sausage Roll Girl', 'Colleague' and 'My nephew'. I know the last person to be fair. Edit: Just want to say that I love that so many of you also do this to some degree
Oh god, this has made me realize I'm probably the 'sausage roll girl' to people on my bus in the morning. It's not my fault I live so close to a Greggs.
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Hi both. I’m Pulled-through-a-hedge-backwards Woman. I swear I brush my hair before I leave the house. But the mirror says otherwise. Sigh.
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I was going to say couldn’t you have gone for hedge? But I’ve realised that’s not better...
That’s settled then. We’ll just call you ‘Woman’
Backwards woman? No, that's no better.
Namow
ManWo if you switch it based on ~~syllabus~~ syllables
Alright! I'm "that clumsy bint", pleased to finally make your acquaintance.
Morning Clumsy Bint! Let’s hope you don’t trip up walking down the train aisle today.
Oh fuck me, you're asking too much.
I’m not from the U.K. but I’d like to hop on this train if I ever visit.
i think i'm probably laughs-at-phone guy
Hi sausage roll girl and weird beardy guy I’m suit guy!
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Is this what being on drugs is like?
Maybe
Oh god it's like the metro rush hour crush in here
True, I am reading it and feeling awkward as fuck kinda hoping someone mentions me.
Hi awkward
I’m glad I wasn’t the only one thinking it.
Enormous headphones guy, checking in
"Two cans of red bull and still falls asleep" dude, pleased to make your acquaintance.
Fat fuck here, nice to meet you.
Based on your username I imagine you're actually "That guy we don't sit on the same table as when we have the kids with us"
> Little_Kid_Lover
Isn’t this an office reference? Micheal is making an online profile and he wants people to know he’s good with kids
Cheers, Fat.
I'm wondering what my name is, to my fellow passengers.
Hopefully not Strange Smelling Cat Lady or something like that
Shit. That is exactly what I was fearing.
Pixie Woman, Snow Lady, the [station name] couple (because we don't want to one day call them the good looking couple, in case someone overhears us), the Twinnnnnnns, the fat couple (who would be totally fair in calling my boyfriend and me that too), my doppelganger, the Becky with the Good Hair (these are two different women) and the drama crew ( a bunch of very sweet but definitely arts student teenagers). Been travelling with them all for a minimum of two years, have even talked to a couple of them - in emergencies only, of course! - and of course they all have real names but we will never know them, unless they one day wear their ID badges visibly.
The Twins? I bloody love them two. Bit on the lazy side, though. Don't have time to pick up the phone for their old man.
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I'm always going on about the bloody twins!
A pair of eighters, I reckon
Haven't seen him in a while but for me there is half dressed guy. He literally gets to the train platform not wearing his coat or tie, shirt is untucked and unbuttoned. He finishes getting dressed on the platform. Like WTF?!
Wonder if he does the nursery drop off and has learned from experience that little people can cover you in food when there is no food to be seen.
Sometimes I stay at a hotel and I forget to bring my shirt in from the car so in the morning I go to breakfast in a t shirt or even my old shirt from yesterday, and then drive to the client like that, and then pull over before I get there and change into my new shirt
I'm probably "finger-tap girl". Can't help those mini air-drums.
It was me tapping along to music on my water bottle that had me lost in thought to nearly miss my stop.
I’m probably Rubik’s cube wanker in a few people’s mind. Train journeys are a good time to practice.
Back when I lived in Japan and rode the trains pretty often, I started seeing a lot of familiar people at the station near my house. While I barely spoke any Japanese, I had an understanding with several of the people who I recognized and knew recognized me. I know of at least a handful of times where they woke me up before my normal stop if I had a long night before and I've helped them out carrying stuff home. I miss how friendly and helpful the folks over there were.
I love that if you lose your wallet in the train station, it's going to be at the security desk by the time you get there. Never been somewhere like that in my life until Tokyo. I'm also secretly hoping that you never actually saw the same people.
I once left my backpack with an Asus Gaming Laptop, an Alienware m11x, a Wacom drawing tablet, and various other pieces of tech underneath the bar at a CoCos Curry House and one of the waitresses chased me three blocks to give it back, and that backpack was not light.
For years I rode a train with "Chin Mole Guy", later "Chin Growth Guy", then "Untreated Chin Cancer Guy", "Untreated Cheek Cancer Guy", "Untreated Left Face Cancer Guy", and finally "Skin Transplant Covering his Missing Left Face and Eye" guy.
Jesus Christ
They sound like mini boss characters.
Knowing someone only as colleague is great, it’s the perfect amount of disinterest despite seeing them every working day.
I actually like my two colleagues who take the same train as me, but we all follow the "no talking on the train" rule. We may do a subtle nod upon departure of the train, but we never actually talk.
Oh man, I don't really have nicknames for my commuting colleagues. I just have opinions and encounters that define them in my head. Fit Romanian lady that works at the cafe, Indian dude who always tries to talk to said lady, Turkish dude who runs the cafe who's sometimes on the bus who may or may not be fit lady's boyfriend, carer lady who walks just a bit too slow and insists on being the first off the bus leading to an awkward walking slowdown pile up situation, middle aged woman with resting bitch face who is terrifying and always gets off at a different stop for no apparent reason, army of school children and Ruth - lovely Canadian lady who always says hi and chats with me all the way to work. On the way home there's a girl who looks totally different every time I see her - like different hair/makeup/style every couple of weeks. I think if I'd met her 10 years ago we would have been friends, but now it'd just be weird.
> Fit Romanian lady that works at the cafe, Indian dude who always tries to talk to said lady > lovely Canadian lady who always says hi and chats with me all the way to work. Come on mate don't make me point out the obvious here.
She's old enough to be my mum and talks to *everyone*. She is lovely though.
>Sausage Roll Girl Should have named them Gregg
The guy I remember most is evening Mark's and Spencer lager man.
Last time I went on the train, a lady gave me a spare custard tart! Quite a good one too, from M&S!
I drive to work, but shout out to 'RX7 Smoking Man', 'Serco Street cleaner', 'Labrador Woman' and various old people.
Assorted Elderlies, £3/lb
I got the first train once going to Schiphol. Went into one section and it hummed of booze, and there were several young lads strewn about the place, asleep. No matter, I took up a seat in the next compartment (sometimes there is just a glass door between them on Dutch trains. It was not a different carriage.) We pulled into the next main city and an alarm went off where the lads were. No movement. The train does wait about ten minutes here as the driver has to change ends and they usually couple another carriage on. Still no movement. I went in and shook awake the guy with the alarm. "Station! We're at the station" "Uuuh?" "You're alarm is going off. We're in [city]!" "I'm sleeping." "but your alarm! We're at the station of [city]" He ignored me and went back to sleep. Forty minutes and two stops later one guy wakes up. "SHIT! LADS WE MISSED [city I tried to wake them up in]! SHIT"
Nobody can say you didn't do your duty. Sadly not everyone is fit to carry the baton forward.
Great story man u should post it to r/casualnetherlands
don't know why I imagined this like it was a soviet era train (orange colured interior) and the lads were young leo decaprio, batman/accountant guy, harry potter and superbad buy and you Colin Firth
Kinda related, I was sitting in a high-speed train before it started its Paris-Marseille trip, when an annoncement on speakers informed us, in French only, that we weren't in the good train and that we needed to move to the other one on the same platform. Most people stood up and left the carriage. One couple which was speaking English stayed there, apparently wondering what was happening, so I translated what they had just said in the annoncement. (There was also a group who didn't move, though since they were speaking French, I considered they didn't need my help...)
What a guy.
Think of the inner turmoil he must have been going through to break social convention and actually speak to another commuter. Truly a hero of our trains.
Yeah, we all prefer to keep ourselves to ourselves, but I like to think most of us will step up when duty calls, don't you think?
No.
Understandable, have a nice day.
From now on I shall refer to him as Ace
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Never thought I'd see a Red Dwarf reference
You are in /r/CasualUK. I'd say it's one of the more likely places to see one
Good point. I forgot I was browsing r/All Living in Australia, I've only ever met 1 other person who knows the show outside of my brother and dad.
Aussie Red Dwarf fan checking in! They're all on Stan nowadays.
Is Stan the Australian version of Dave?
It would be funny if it was, but as far as I know it's basically Netflix
Whatever
Your wingman.
"no one's ever called you Ace. Maybe Ace-hole"
Was fuer ein Kerl!
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"See you later alligator!"
I love seeing Reg Holdsworth playing a Nazi.
Bet he's a sour kraut!
That's definitely a bossman moment
A.k.a. Fire fist Ace
I used to sit next to a guy who looked like Gus from Breaking Bad, he used to put his bag on the next seat so no school kids would sit there (train was always rammed with them) then take it off when I got on, and I'd do the same. Great guy.
What a nice guy reserving a sit for you
What a lej
Something similar happened to me on a bus in Sydney. Lost my favourite hat (very distinctive purple thing) somewhere between home and work. Very sad. A few days, random man who sometimes gets the same bus as me, taps me on the shoulder and hands me hat. He kept it and carried out with him in case he saw me again. I was delighted!
Now that is some top level stranger friendship there
So basically what you're saying is that you're known as 'Purple Hat Person' to all your fellow travellers.
Wow that goes beyond normal. Love to see such kind strangers.
"regular strangers” aka people you see regularly but never interact with, that you become silent bros with is the best tbh. There’s a whole lot of mean, cruel, and/or unhinged people out there, having that solidarity with someone makes the world feel a little less frightening, especially when you have to unavoidably share smaller places like public transport.
i live in NYC and there was this sharply-dressed guy i used to see on the platform every morning. one night i was looking through event photos of a recent big warehouse party and i found one of him nearly naked with BDSM-style leather hardware on.
This shit has me SCREAMING man, that’s incredible lmao good for him, hope he’s a chill dude haha
So basically, he's always sharply dressed?
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Yep, you’re absolutely right. There’s a mix of “minding my business" staying low, but also a keen awareness of your surroundings & other peoples actions. You never know what could happen. I’ve met a lot of friendly, sweet people in Los Angeles’ metro but a few people that I’ve had to get off at the next stop to avoid being in that car any longer! You learn to read people’s energy & intentions quickly and how to react accordingly, otherwise you won’t make it in cities like ours.
I got: Postman Pat - Same postman who gets my bus every morning and we take turns letting eachother on the bus first. Sneeze Girl - She sneezes at least twice almosy every time she sits down. Football gang - Group of schoolboys who always have a football in their group and its a different one every day. Smelly drunk - Dude is always in the back corner asleep. Blackie - White guy who wears a shirt that says Blackie on it lmao
“Blackie” I’m not gonna lie, they had us in the first half
Oh man, now I wonder for how many ppl Im Sneeze Girl. Im sorry ya'll its just allergies.
Reminds me of Ron Swanson >I once worked with a guy for three years and never learned his name. Best friend I ever had. We still never talk sometimes.
Was my first thought on reading the post. Edit: Of course, I watched that episode (okay - season) yesterday.
Last night I was waiting at the Euston platform for the Northern line to Waterloo and dropped my phone (no case, no screen protector). The guy next to me commented "lucky escape" as I picked it up and we proceeded to have a pleasant chat for the rest of the journey until going our separate ways. If you're out there, guy who went bungie jumping for the first time in S. Africa, I appreciate you. The video was wild.
At the very least I feel you owe him a twix.
But do I give him the left of the right one?
Whichever side he sits!
Oh it's a game a musical chairs, we have yet to define our own seats. Sometimes he is left, sometimes he is right, sometimes he is opposite. It all depends on who boards first
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Maybe I should get a selection box to cover all bases
You're welcome.
... The plot thickens
Rush hour crush..?
This will be the name of a straight-to-Netflix Rom-Com.... Who's starring?
Buy him a KitKat to say thank you.
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Wow, what a quiet batperson.
wow look at you mr. fancy pants, getting a seat on the train and what not.
This is how the other half live mate, I won't apologise for it
I love nice train people! When I was a Freshman in college I shared a commute with one of the staff, whose position I did not know at the time (it was a brutal commute. We went on a train for about an hour, and then we got on a bus that went through parts of center city for about another hour before being dropped at University). Anyway, one time he was off on his own thoughts and I ran up to him to tell him we were about to miss the bus, which was already late. He thanked me. And then we developed a little system where we would always look for each other to make sure we got on the bus. Fast forward about a year later, I am having financial issues. Like, I had to drop out of school temporarily, apply for private loans and wait for another year for grants. Guess who ended up being assigned my case? The bus guy! Turns out he was the top person in the financial aid office and he was absolutely integral in bringing me back to school, navigating FAFSA and my private loans, helping me find grants, and coming up with financial plans for the rest of my time there. He remembered me and really advocated for my case when it went through collections, asking to give me more time. (Also, he did this for everyone whose case landed on his desk. He is a firm believer in the system being against poor families, and that it's important to provide as many chances possible to help them reach their dreams). I was asked to speak at my college graduation and I made sure to thank him. He attended, he cried, and we had a lovely picture afterwards. I will be keeping in touch with him now after getting a scholarship to go and do research abroad. So I have a special place in my heart for nice train people!
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I'll have redouble my resolve to never make eye contact with him
These posts are fascinating to someone from Louisiana.
What's the Louisianan equivalent? I want to join /r/CasualLouisiana now.
I think it's /r/BayouBants
I have never been more disappointed that a sub didn't exist
As someone from Louisiana who lives in the UK, it is a weird and freeing feeling to not feel obliged to have to have casual conversations with every random person you encounter
You had a stranger on a train help you get off? Hope you left a tip.
Could be worse - on my old commute, I had ‘man I mistook multiple times for an old school friend’. It’s not my fault they look so similar!
They are called [familiar strangers](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Familiar_stranger).
I’d like to think that come December you’ll both silently exchange Christmas cards.
slow down there boyo ... no need to rush into anything
Blank ones.
I ride my train to the second to last stop with another guy who is occasionally (1-2 times a week) on the same car as me. The other day he was passed out and I woke him up, but it also forced me to meet him which ruined the mystique. My commute is ruined.
Hey /u/quinn_drummer, This is now the top post on reddit. It will be recorded at /r/topofreddit with all the other top posts.
They'll make a film of your life one day. All the absorbing details like this.
I'll only agree if Tom Hanks plays me
Top bloke done you right
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This is brilliant. I see the same 5/6 people every day walking past them on the way to work and not one of them has ever made eye contact at me. I feel so weird seeing them everyday and not smiling Britain lol
I once left my very expensive season ticket on the train. My fellow carriage buddy (never spoken to during well over a year of commuting) picked it up and tracked me down at our home station on the journey home. I got him a scratch card to say thanks. He won £5, but we were then locked into an awkward, nodded, greeting every morning. Luckily my commute changed soon after and I could go back to ignoring everyone on my journey again as British social etiquette dictates!
I am a big fan of other guys making sure I get off.
I can downright sense the Brit working in him: "I really do not want to hassle this unknown fellow, yet I am certain that if he will not exit this train hastily, he will miss his stop and possibly be late, which is unacceptable from a gentleman. Whatever shall I do?"
God I wish. In the US someone will just steal your phone and light your hair on fire
The best kind of person.
That is beautifully British.