Suicide-by-train happens on a regular basis (at least monthly) on my train-line, and it always happens on my commute home. It pisses me and my fellow commuters off something shocking.
Tonight was a typical suicide-by-train night. An announcement over the loudspeaker informs us that we are being dumped at one station to be picked up by buses to continue our journey as an ‘accident’ has happened in between. What would normally be a 15 minute train ride turns into a 1.5 hr fucking ordeal for me…for others who were ON the train that hit the fucker, it was an extra three hrs for them to get home.
And lest we forget about the poor fucking train-drivers who watch helplessly as the depressed, drunk, deranged drongos who throw themselves onto the line in the hope of a quick and painless death. It might be quick for them, but the drivers have to witness the horror, probably in their nightmares for the rest of their lives.
May I request some concessions?
Firstly, if you want to top yourself, go somewhere private so your family, your friends or the community don’t have to witness it. Preferably go somewhere REALLY private so that the police don’t have to dig up or identify your scuzzy, decomposed body. May you rest in peace, forever!
If you insist on letting the world know that you’re dead, can you just do a garden-variety overdose under a tree in a park somewhere?
Your last resort should be to throw yourself under a train. You really don’t win any fans that way…all you got tonight was curses and wishes that you would rot in hell forever. ‘Jumpers’ are persona non grata 'round here.
You fuck everyone over who just want to get home after a long day at work. You fuck with the PT train system who had to call in emergency buses (and our lovely busdriver who had to ask the passengers for directions to all the stations…bless her soul!!) You fuck with the cops, the ambos, the SES and all the other poor schleppers who had to scrape your bits off the tracks. And you seriously fuck with the hearts and souls of the drivers. Damn you.
You’ll be forgotten tomorrow by all who were fucked over by your shit tonight. Yeah, it’s been a long day, but whatever. Your mum, your dad, your wife, your husband or your kids won’t have the pleasure of forgetfulness though.
Take your shit elsewhere.