I get the London Underground into work everyday. The Victoria Line takes me door to door as is happens. As do many other people. Occasionally there's the odd delay in the service. Hey, occasionally there's the odd detective train and we get turfed off only to catch the next one. No biggy. You get used to it when you ride a 19th century mass transit system. But this morning was special.
First we were delayed between Euston and Warren Street. Then they emptied our train at Warren Street to regulate the service - planning to reverse the train up the line to cross over to the northbound line just outside the station. Then they couldn't do that as the train behind ours had come too close to the station platform and blocked the line. Then our train continued on it's way anyway without us in it. Then the next train pulled in. Packed of course. The that train was delayed due to a signalling failure at Victoria. Which was only affecting the 'new' trains not the 'old' ones. But there were plenty of new trains on the line so we all had to wait. So eventually we pulled into Green Park - my final destination - 25 minutes late.
While the 2nd train was waiting to depart Warren Street A scuffle broke out on the platform. The tube can be very hot and tempers were fraying. Someone had got off the train and barged someone else without apologising. Or they had, but the other guy hadn't heard him. How quickly the veneer of civility breaks down. Punches were thrown. OK, it's not quite Egypt but that was my drama this morning.