From time to time everyone who regularly uses a metropolitan train system probably wonders if theirs is the worst the world has ever seen. Melbournians may not be any more justified in this than anyone else, but now at-least we know that for March 2009 we had about the worst service that this city has ever seen.
It is difficult to sympathise with Connex, who when buying trains apparently didn’t bother to ask whether they can stop when it’s wet (rather than sailing majestically past the station), or go when it’s hot (above 35°C, as it is for more than a week each year). However some of the blame has to lie with Melbourne’s commuters, who seem to make long, hard work of the simple task of boarding even a relatively empty carriage. Here, then, is the poem promised in the title of this post:
Paused, indecision.
Should she turn left, or turn right?
“Get out’ the doorway!”
I wonder if Connex will publish it in their Moving Galleries.
