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Originally Posted by Steve Jordan
Yesterday, I was so absorbed in my reading that I missed my stop on my commuter train. I had to call my wife to drive up and pick me up, a half-hour out of her way.
I blame myself for my own inattentiveness, of course. However, I keep thinking about the fact that I ride that train every day, with at least a dozen other people who see me every day (including the conductor, who sat right in front of me yesterday). Yet, when we got to the stop I always get off on, did anyone notice that I was still sitting there, and tap my shoulder, or say, "Hey, dude, we're in Germantown... aren't you getting off?"
Nope.
Even the conductor, who got back onto the train after my stop, didn't notice me right there behind his seat.
Some days, I feel truly invisible in this society. When I walk down the streets of the city I grew up in, and have worked in over twenty-five of the last thirty years, I feel completely anonymous... and I watch the things anonymous people do around (and, more importantly, to) each other, every day.
And suddenly I can understand, completely and without reservation, why some people go postal...
Yeah, I know. 'Cause I missed my stop. It really is that simple.
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I was about to laugh and make comparisons about people accidentally ending up in the former east germany whilst zoning out during train stops. you made it so sad though! that is an entirely different experience than here where people who commute on the ferry bring pot lucks, cakes for birthdays, celebrate births and weddings and mourn passings with their fellow commuters... not co-workers mind you, commuters.