One carriage.
One carriage. What is it about Sundays that transport operators think makes people either less likely to want to travel home than they were to want to travel wherever they were going the day before, or less deserving of some vague semblance of reasonable treatment in return for the stratospheric fees they have no choice but to stump up? Is this some sort of atavistic legacy from an ancient fear that a wrathful deity might smite the train drivers for daring to compromise his rest? No? Then why on earth are we lowly Sunday-travelling passengers treated like cattle even less deserving of any consideration or concern than the same beasts on any other day of the week? Surely a genuinely loving God would want His people to be happy and relaxed on His day, and to reward those who willingly sacrifice such calm in the service of others' comfort and convenience with peace, long life and everlasting virginity, or something? Anyway, to those whom it may concern: a train, consisting solely of one carriage or otherwise, which is shown plainly by the people standing in the aisles and entranceways to provide insufficient seating for the number of people to whom the train operator is prepared to sell tickets, is simply not good enough. The issue of its being composed of a single solitary carriage is consigned in light of this simple truth to a mere slapped face after the fact. Sort it out, railway-operating oligarchs.
