See the door donkey? Complete with knapsack on the floor? The train is boarding.
Door donkey changes position. This isn't good enough for me. It's obvious he doesn't plan on sitting.
More people get on. More people begin to crowd around the door. It's now 7 minutes to departure. I'm getting angrier. I feel like I should say something. I feel like .... I .... must ... become ... the door police.
You know how people say don't get your knickers in a knot? Well, this is guy is so annoyed with the door donkeys as he tries to get by, his pants are wedged into his ass. Finally, I lose it.
I step into the doorway (this is the 5:10pm LSE train, I was waiting for the 5:20 pm LSE train) and ask the door donkeys why, if they know they plan to stand, do they feel they are entitled to block the doorway, causing congestion and forcing people to maneuver their way around them? I asked they extend the courtesy of staying on the platform and boarding when the train is full or at least move into the aisle. Then they can block the door all they want.
So what happened?
I was first greeted with stunned looks, then surprise, then indignation. Apparently, according to door donkeys, since they were on the train first, they are entitled to stake their spot even if they choose to stand. That ain't right, I said. It's rude and a hazard. What a bunch of assholes. Seriously.
I say to others, stop putting up with this B.S. Speak up. Even more aggravating is to listen to door donkeys complain when other passengers step on their feet while boarding or make contact with them. Really?
Grow up.









