“About damn time” thought Elvin as he straightened his back and stepped into the train, brushing past the exiting commuters. Looking around for a seat, he found himself disappointed yet again. His thoughts were abruptly put to an end as the train screamed around a bend. He felt a man’s hand strike him on the shoulder.
“Sorry, really sorry” said the suited middle-aged man who quickly looked away in embarrassment. The lights flickered as the bumping and grinding of the train came to halt, the doors opened and the announcer shouted inaudibly over the loud speaker.
Stepping off the train with eager hands and bodies at his backside, Elvin climbed up the stairs and eventually out of the station.