Barely made my train of choice this morning. Dutifully joined the masses in lining up to get in. Before I’m even on the train I can see that there are 5 minutes (a “quick-fix” free newspaper put out by the same folk who bring you Diena) scattered about the floor of the entrance. I finally get on the train and see the woman in front of me do a double take and bend forward to pick up one of the papers (maybe it’s still readable), but then recoil in a kind of awkward horror; the newspapers had been scattered to cover someone’s morning upchuck all over the one side of the entrance floor, the stairs, the door.
I had almost planned on standing in the entrance (no point in standing since the ride to the centre is only 15 minutes and I basically sit all day anyway), but the upchuck played a big role in my decision not to. Hey, at least they covered it with something. It’s better than nothing and there’s not much you can do but wait until it’s time to clean the trains. Which might not be until a down-time in the schedule.
And, of course, the upchucked-upon side of the train was the side from which we had to exit once we actually got to the city centre. Of course.