Underground

The journey into work isn’t so bad.  On the contrary, compared to an hour’s drive each way and the numbing regularity of jams, this is a dream.  However, one aspect isn’t.  Every tube ride is nasty.  It’s a bit like an unpleasant and reluctant sexual experience.  Something not impossible to avoid but with alternatives simply too bothersome to seriously consider.  Twenty minutes of thudding against a stranger, all elbows and armpits and other obscured objects.  Finally ejected unceremoniously, hot, sweaty and feeling slightly dirtier for it all.