This is the first in a series of posts in which I will narrate an actual person’s behaviour.
He rocked back and forth as the train rolled down the tracks in Yokohama. His hand wrapped around a hand strap, he swung like a pendulum bumping into person after person. He drew the occasional look from one of his victims, but no one spoke up.
He had had too many beers. His boss took him and his coworkers out for drinks, and he couldn’t refuse. Such is the life of a Japanese businessman.
The train stopped at Kikuna Station. A seat opened up and he took the opportunity to sit down. Because of his drunken state, he fell asleep.
He woke up with a start. The train conductor shook his shoulder. He glanced around in confusion. Motomachi-Chukagai Station. He missed his stop. Oh well, he thought. I can always take this train back to Yokohama.
Forty minutes later, he woke up. Shibuya Station. Shit. Another yo-yo trip on the Toyoko Line.
Of course, a lot of this is fictional.