The Savage Riders of Amtrak

By novoarte  |  Location: United States  |  04/08/08

"Maybe you don't like your job/maybe you don't get enough sleep/Nobody likes their job/Nobody got enough sleep/Maybe you just had the worst day of your life/But there's no escape/There's no excuse/So just suck up and be nice..." -Ani Difranco

We dragged our bags and bodies into Union Station and entrenched ourselves in the waiting area between Starbucks and McDonalds. Three hours early for our train: a marital record achieved only because we'd reached the human limit of museum-going and cherry blossom viewing.

The queue for the 8:30 regional train back to New York started to form at 8 PM, and we were third and fourth in line. By 8:25 the line extended outside of the waiting area and past the tie shop, and a second line, and then a third, began to form. A woman returned from the bathroom and chastised her husband for not taking a place in the line. "Hmph! Line!" I heard him say. "When the door opens, just push and go." She rolled her eyes and sighed her own hmph. So did I. As a former Catholic school girl and student of the uber well-mannered Dr. Virginia Uldrick, former director of the South Carolina Governor's School for the Arts, there are a few habits of politeness and social order I'm all but honor-bound to uphold for life. Walking down the right side of stairs and waiting my turn are two of those habits, and I'll admit that I become indignant when others violate that deeply held sense of what's right... even if it's not really important in the larger scheme of things.

The door opened and the line surged; Francisco took off at a gallop as a guy elbowed his way in front of me. Francisco had our tickets and I ignored the agent as I reclaimed my "rightful" place in the line I'd earned through waiting. As I did so, I sassed a true New Yorker sentence to the line-breaker that neither Sister Ursula nor Dr. Uldrick would have approved of.

I've long nurtured the fantasy that a train ride is a romantic, laid back, highly civilized form of travel. But between the price of the tickets (I could take the Chinese bus for about $150 less than Amtrak), the fighting for coveted seats by savage riders, and the fact that security is frighteningly permeable, planes are looking better and better.

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