People you see on the morning commute

I’m starting to love my morning commute on the train more and more every day, there’s always so much to look at.

In my carriage this morning there are four young schoolgirls sitting in front of me.  They are quite young, probably only in their very early teens and they are sitting together and giggling quietly (it is the quiet carriage) and passing their smart phones back and forth while they look at websites. It must be sports day because they are all wearing sporty clothes and school caps instead of hats.

Across the aisle, two friends are comparing makeup products while they put their makeup on for the day.  I am impressed with the amount of kit that they have in their bags. I usually just have some pressed powder and lipstick for emergencies, but they have full bags of material and mirrors to boot.

Further down, a guy dozes against the window – he obviously hasn’t had his morning coffee yet.  Behind him, another guy fits a big pair of headphones over his green beanie (how can he hear the music through them?) and plugs into his phone.  A guy across the aisle has a laptop balanced on his knees and is tapping away with impressive energy for this hour of the morning.

Sitting next to the door is an older gent all dressed up for a day in the city. He’s in neatly pressed jeans, a checked shirt, jacket and an Akubra with a small feather stuck into the band. He looks like a country bloke.  Across from him, another guy is sitting slumped against the side of the chair and looking like he’s had a rough night.  His hair could do with a comb and I think the older gent has clocked this too.

A professional couple are sitting behind me talking about work and training courses. I watched them get on at my station. The woman must have spent at least an hour getting ready for the day as she has styled hair, full makeup and a smart suit.  It seems a bit excessive for a Friday when most people are dressed down in jeans or more casual gear. Maybe she's a lawyer or is making a presentation today.

A young woman gets on the train a few stops from the city and stands next to the door. She’s wearing a short grey dress, long black cardigan that almost reaches her knees, black opaque tights and thick clumpy lace up shoes with three inch soles and five inch heels.  I admire the look but know I’ll never be able to emulate it.  As the train speeds along she pulls a box of almonds from her bag and starts munching – is this breakfast?

With a squeal of breaks and rush of wind, we arrive in the city and stream out the door and up the escalators to start the last working day of the week. Have a great day everyone!