I'm so glad I don't have to do this every day.
Firstly, I'm short. When I arrive at the platform I invariably end up penned in staring at the shoulders of the people in front and in need of a box to see if the train is coming.
Secondly, this is twenty-five minutes before the train is due to leave. This train is so rammed that tonight the man in the seat next to me had bicycle handles next to his ears as every inch of space was used to transport us East Anglian folk home from London.
Thirdly, it's getting chilly now and the train is either so cold we need to wear our coats, hats, scarves and gloves for the entire journey or the heaters have been turned up to eleven and we wish we'd brought vest tops, portable fans and deodorant.
Finally, too many people ignore the first rule of rail travel: no pasties, kebabs, cheeseburgers or soup; in fact no food that smells, crunches too loudly or is generally going to cause raised eyebrows and gentle tutting.
I'm so glad I don't have to do this every day.
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