“The only thing wrong with public transport is the public.” I’m not sure who said it, but sometimes it rings true.
On my train home last night at about 9:30pm, a crazy woman started screaming at nobody in particular. Just a cry of “You f—ing murderers! Nazis!” every couple of minutes.
As you do.
The train was pretty crowded, and nobody acted with alarm or appeared to feel unsafe, but a couple of people trying to talk amongst themselves or into mobile phones began to move down the carriage.
Then the most amazing thing happened.
The end carriage door opened and two uniformed Connex security blokes walked through. Yes these are the guys who Connex are contractually obligated to have ride on 80% of train kilometres after 9pm. Yet I rarely seem to see them.
But there they were. Right place, right time.
She might have been a crazy woman, but she knew to shut up then. They appeared to have twigged something was amiss though, and another woman getting off at Toorak had a quiet word to them, and they hung around in the nearest doorway for far longer than they’d normally do.
A third bloke joined them, and they had a word to the crazy woman. Couldn’t hear if she was arguing with them, but it didn’t last long, and they stood back in the doorway, keeping an eye on her.
I got off the train a few stops later, and they appeared to be settling in to keep her company until she left the train.
Sometimes — just sometimes — what or who you need shows up just at the right time.