Why I hate my fellow commuters in the quiet carriage

By Brian Yatman
Updated January 12 2017 - 1:13am, first published 12:15am
The quiet carriage is like the Obama presidency. A sane idea but undermined by loudmouths and bozos.  Photo: Sahlan Hayes
The quiet carriage is like the Obama presidency. A sane idea but undermined by loudmouths and bozos. Photo: Sahlan Hayes

A young guy in sunglasses and a high-vis jacket is sitting opposite on the evening train. He is siphoning up the dregs of a slurpie through a straw. The sound is unnerving, guttural, like the last of the bathwater gurgling down a drain. I look at him and then up at the sign above his head. This is a quiet carriage, it reads.

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