Hello, yes, and nice to meet you. We have met again! I mean, it’s a given. You’re a white-collar middle-age man trying to make a fortune in this god-forsaken land of what was once called Batavia. 10.38 AM almost every weekday and there you are, with that messy hair that seems never to be taken care of. I can tell right away that you are maidenless from the constitution. That just-taken-out-from-the-laundry-bag shirt, combined with jeans that screams “replace me” from distance, and damn you’re wearing sandals today? Daring today, aren’t we? I am so used with your quirks but you managed to surprise me today! That’s a nice point.
But enough about you, I can’t bring myself into slaughtering your thin self-esteem more than this. Those thick bags under your eyes already telling that you just want everything to end fast. Which is far from rare, as I carry almost ten thousands of people everyday. I am tired, but can I use that word even? I’m a train, the only “tiredness” I can experience is that thing related to Young modulus, or whatever the last night’s passenger mumbled about in the fifth car. But what can I do? I am created for this sole purpose only, so where are you heading this time?
Got it, Blok M BCA station. It’s just about 2 stops from here and let me play the same announcement all over again to remind you that it’s a heck of a station. It’s crowded almost all the time, probably because it’s near the infamous Blok M Terminal. There is also that mall right beside the station. You know that mall? I saved her. Like, who would have thought that having a nice transportation attached in sub 3-minutes walking distance from station would sharply increase the visitor count? In a way, I feel far more superior than those bus and car dwellers. Why would you even spend more than 3 hours of commuting, when you can just do with half of that AND with only, I don’t know, 1/10 of the cost? Like damn, I’ll take that any day.
Oh, you’re asking me on my next destination? Did you catch fever or something? It’s written all over the place about the route, and damn yeah my next stop will be ASEAN station. Honestly, it’s quite stupid, as it’s not even one kilometers between this station and ASEAN station. Although it’s not as stupid as my KRL cousin in Cikarang line that has this new station just about 100 meters apart. Like, can you imagine the time wasted for just stopping? 3 minutes wasted every single time! And almost no one even taking the train from that very station! What a design marvel!
But yeah, that’s my cousin, we don’t talk about him. I’ll just head out to the famous roundabout where everyone want to take a photo at. Why would you, though, like, not only the pollution slowly kills you inside, it’s only filled with bunch of weird people, and your photo will definitely going to turn really sucks with that puny smartphone.
Oh, it’s about time. I’ll need to carry all these people to their place. Some are already sweating from the fear or missing the next bus. I want to sympathize, but what can I do? I’m a train.
Alright then, I will see you again around… 6 PM? Life as a corporate slave maybe tough, but at least you’re not a train. Don’t even try to think of being one, though.
