I don’t think I could ever emphasize how different it is to take the train on the weekend versus during the week. On weekdays, you have commuters who go quietly. Everyone listens to music, reads the paper, or sleeps. It’s nice. Serene. Commuting sucks, but at least it’s rarely due to the people around you.
Weekends are a different story. Trains full of loud screaming kids. People talkinh on phones at the top of their lungs. Large groups acting like the train is their party zone. And when you’re caught on it with no music to drown out the noise, like I am now, you kind of want to die a little.
This is a whole other world, this weekend commute, and I don’t like it one bit.
