This is the map of the Tokyo subway system (Metro) that I carry everywhere. (I also have it on my iPhone but paper does not rely upon a charged battery.) Our closest station is indicated by the pen. The politeness and conformity of the passengers is astonishing. They do not yack on cell phones or tussle for seats. They wait their turns standing to the sides of the sliding doors, allowing passengers to exit before they enter. Last evening around 10:30 the cars were packed. For the first time I witnessed behavior that, as a high school teacher, concerned me. In the U.S. such behavior might easily escalate into fisticuffs. A young man with greased, slicked-back hair ran for the departing train. There was no room left inside the car so he turned his back to the door, curled his fingers above the door's inside top frame, and used his back side to ram the passengers already standing in tight-packed formation. The fellow who received the greatest force, gave a shove back in an attempt to throw the greasy-haired chap off the car. So the tussle went while the closing-door-bells chimed. Fearing an escalation-- and needing to make more room on the train-- I held my breath and watched. The aggressor won and the loser quietly bowed his head. |
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