As usual, I rode the train home last night. Found my seat on the side of the train that isn’t blasted by the setting sun, got comfy, pulled out the book I was reading, ticket at the ready for the nice conductor person to check… yes, I am a veteran train commuter (been at it 21 years in fact).
Anyhow, were about to pull out of the second station on the line going east when the conductor person stops in the middle of the car. This is an area with doors, not seats, so there’s a little more room than usual there. He stops, looks in the door area, looks up and down the car, then looks back.
“HEY! Does this suitcase belong to anyone?”
Now, the train is usually a little noisy, what with conversation, people shuffling around, putting stuff up into the luggage racks, rustling newspapers and magazines, and the folks destroying their hearing with too-loud headphones. So the conductor repeats himself.
“Does this suitcase belong to anyone?”
No response. He looks at the suitcase. He looks up and down the car again. He looks at the emergency stop lever (Yeah… I’m thinking along those lines, too). A couple people (including me) have looked up at this point.
The conductor turns to one end of the car. “DOES THIS SUITCASE BELONG TO ANYONE OF YOU?”
That time, he got some attention. The ambient noise drops abruptly. Lots of heads shaking “no”. And certain tension is starting to build.
The conductor takes a step back, turns to my half of the car. “DOES THIS SUITCASE BELONG TO ANYONE?”
It is now quiet in the train car, you can hear the ventilation fans and conversation from people outside on the platform, and I feel my head swinging back and forth along with everyone else’s. Yes, it’s remarkably quiet in here, except for that one lady back there with her cellphone going yak yak yak yak yak…. It’s sort of interesting, in a macabre way, the manner in which the car has fallen silent and this odd, coiled-spring tension starting to mount, the commuters sitting up straight and gathering their belongings together…
yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak yak…
“ONE LAST TIME, DOES THIS SUITCASE BELONG TO ANYONE ON THIS TRAIN?”
yak yak yak yak yak yeah, it’s mine yak yak yak yak…
Silent hostile glares beam like spotlights at the offending woman.
“What? It’s just a suitcase. What’s the big deal?” yak yak yak yak yak … “What? Get up and get my suitcase? It’s too heavy - that’s why I left it there. No, I don’t want to get up - you move it. Call the cops? What for? What’s wrong with leaving a suitcase over there? What’s it going to do to you?”
So help me, I could have sworn there was a low sort of growl from the crowd.
“What?” yak yak yak gotta go, this guy is getting all pissy over my suitcase. He’s making me move my suitcase yak yak yak… bye “This is outrageous! I can’t believe this! What’s wrong with you people?”
OK, boys and girls, we all know why folks on big city commuter trains get nervous around a Lone Suitcase sitting all by itself, yes?