All hail, er, hurl...

I wish I had a tenth the nerve of some people.

Occasionally the commuter train I take closes off the first car. There are little bars blocking the way between the car closed and the open car behind it. These bars are certainly not an impregnable security device. Simply a sign that this area is not for seating at this particular moment. A lot of people (and I mean A LOT... capitals are necessary) will walk the entire length of the train just to sit in the front car (myself included, to be honest) so when it's blocked off there's a lot of surprise or disappointment or whatever. The vast majority of people look up from the blind trek forward through the aisle with shock and dismay at the bar blocking their way, then slowly turn around and head back to find a seat. But there's always (read "ALWAYS") one or two people who see the bar and stare into the car ahead of them to make sure that there's really no one up there and that the bar not just a mistake.

But occasionally... occasionally... there is one gutsy, danger-seeking individual who see the bar as some sort of poorly-built turnstile. Happily moving it out of the way, they anxiously walk into the empty car, held, supposedly just so they can stretch out over a dozen or so seats. Of course, moments later they are neatly shooed back out of the car, but... for those few minutes... blind to the rules of behaviour and common sense that the rest of us are burdened with... THEY ARE MY GODS.