Purgatory With Pantagraphs

From the depths of commuter hell, comes Purgatory with Pentagraphs. These are the continuing stories of the brave souls who commute daily to Chicago on the South Shore electric train, and the muggles who are unfortunate enough to meet them.

Somethings shouldn't be allowed to reproduce

Yes, I know, who am I to play God? But I will stand on my soapbox and proclaim that there just should be an end to somethings. That things are so naturally wrong, should be ended.

My usual morning conductor is the man who exemplifies the term "Worst Conductor Ever". He has definately earned the title, if it is possible to earn something, while being incredibly lazy at the sametime. When I first started riding the early train, he had a complete aversion to collecting tickets and doing counts until the last possible minute. Now normally conductors are to collect tickets everytime the train finishes picking up passengers within a zone. It eliminates the possibilty that someone could cheat the system by claiming to get on at a later stop in order to pay a lower fare. WCE wouldn't check any tickets until we passed Hegweich, the very last stop in which the South Shore collected new passengers. Except for the obvious potential for cheating the system, this worked OK for WCE, until the beginning of the month. At the beginning of the month all of the commuters get their brand spanking new tickets, which are to be holepunched as an authenication by their conductors. Beacuse of the volume of tickets, there was no way he could finish collecting tickets and despite his best efforts to literally push and shove through the crowds of people who were about to get off of the train, he missed on collecting many tickets. On top of that, a few commuters didn't take kindly to his pushing and shoving so they called Jack Parsons to complain, and to make WCE actually do his job.

Now with this stunning work ethic in mind, WCE has an apprentice. Yes, that is right, the laziest thing every produced by the South Shore is actually training someone. Of course this consists of WCE telling the pleeb what to do, and not actually showing him anything, while the poor sap does all of the work.

Today when I entered the train, I got to eye an even funnier sight. No more than 6 minutes after leaving the shops on the trains point of origination, WCE was already sitting down in the last seat of the car where we boarded while the New Guy did all of the work of opening and closing doors. Instead of actually watching what he was doing, WCE had his hat off (a violation of their job requirements) and had his head leaned on the seat in front of him, half asleep.

Damn, training new people is such hard work.

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