When you’re relying on somebody else to get you to work, you’re suddenly running your life to a timetable. Whether you like it or not. And especially when you are on public transport.
So, because my train was late, I miss one connection. And therefore another. So I know from the start that I will arrive at work half an hour later than normal, and if that’s the case, I might as well wait where there is food and shelter, but at the risk of missing another train. But by this time, you’re getting schoolkids sharing the train with you, as well as the first panhandlers of the day- you know, the ones with ambition- and it’s best I don’t look them in the eye. All because my train was late.
Oh well, it could be worse… I could be on the train with people who never catch public transport, and them don’t know how to buy a ticket, and then complain about a pissy delay.