I'd rather have a bottle in front of me...

On the train yesterday evening.
We had been informed just before getting on the train that all trains were late and arriving out of timetable order (just the thing to get you in a good mood for the evening). Consequently the platform was crowded with cranky tired people who just wanted to get home. I managed to get a seat (whew) in the vestibule area and because the Tangarra is especially geared for peak hour in Tokyo I was quite squished up in the corner. The angle I was sitting at gave me a front row seat so to speak, to a spectacle that was occuring in between the carriages.
For those who don't catch trains in Sydney (oh you are so fortunate) the area I'm talking about is roughly 2 metres square, the floor is a couple of round steel plates, one over the other that grind together and cover the coupling joining the carriages. The space is totally enclosed and has double glass sliding doors leading into each carriage.
Two men and a woman were sitting on the steel plates, pretending that they were on a roller coaster or a surf board perhaps, screaming with laughter, falling over each other and generally having a good time. At first it was moderately funny, in the way that it's fun to watch people laughing and having fun, then it became a bit scary as they were puting their hands next to the plates and playing 'chicken' as the floor moved. Of course they were drunk, there were two bottles of spirits that they were drinking from and of course someone got hurt. One of the men got his sleeve caught in the floor as it moved, then it ripped his shirt across the back and he started screaming that his hand was caught. Passengers who were close to him tried to open the doors to get in there to help him but the idiots had locked the door somehow and we couldn't get in.
He managed to free himself and stood up to show us all that he was ok and didn't need help. One couldn't help but notice that he had soiled himself (in fright no doubt) and wet himself.. Not to be outdone his friend decided that he needed to relieve himself, so he did, right there. Because the train was moving quite fast and he was pretty drunk he fell, right into his puddle and then slid over to his friend and into the mess he had left on the floor. At that point I was hoping that his appendage would get caught in the floor. Unfortunately that didn't happen. The woman in the mean time was hooking into the left over grog.
We passengers had a quick vote and decided that we would keep that part of the train locked until we could get out, so the three of them had to stay in there. Last I saw of them they were sitting on the floor smoking and finishing off their bottles and singing and laughing. Obviously the simpler things in life are often the best
Go figure.....