my train family tree

I love riding the morning trains.

I've been doing that for 3 months now, ever since I began my internship. And i love it. Not just because it's squeaky clean and well air-conditioned, but mainly because I can watch people. Observe them. And then laugh behind their back.
Seriously though, 3 months is a very very long time and I think I've known my train people well enough. I mean, all these times I actually have secret nicknames for them.
Let's start now, shall we?
First off we have a semi-old man who looks like my physics teacher in high school. He hais this aura of knowledge and charm and wisdom when he walks through the crowd in the station. He always has on a Grand Indonesia ID card hanging 'round his neck, and he seems to be the 'old man on campus' type. Knows everyone, greets everyone, pats the beggars on their backs, you know. Let's call him Grand Dad (get it?? Because he works in Grand Indonesia and--oh well, i love puns.) Grand Dad seems nice.

And then there's David Archuleta. Seriously. The guy's young and always has on a postman bag and sits alone near the door bobbing his head to his earphones. Looks kind of gay actually, sorry, but still nice. At least he's not annoying.
Then we have ibu-ibu pejabat or let's just call her Madame. I actually don't think she's a DPR housewife or something but she dfinitely looks like it. Assumptions: always blabbing with her gal pal, her hair in a big updo, her clothes filled with vibrant colors.
And then we have a pair of college girls who always talk and laugh in loud voices so people could listen to what they did on weekends. Type of conversation:

Girl 1 : ..so last Saturday night I was, like, totally wasteeeddd but you know, like..
Girl 2 : EhmyGaawwd you didn't! *shrieks*
Girl 1 : I so totally did! *giggles* and then this guy came and he was like, all over me! Totally hot.
Girl 2: *gasps* How aweeeesome's that?
Girl 1: Totally!

Totally made me want to push them off the railways. I actually even know what Uni they go to, but let's not mention it here ;) Hint: I heard the girls that go there are no different than Barbie One and Two, so, no surprise there.

And then we have Classy Chick. She's this tall, slender mid-twenties who always looks so put together and so well-dressed. She rides the train alone, and she seems tough. I like her. I like her shoes, actually. =P Even only in pants, heels and shirt, maybe because she's tall and thin, well, it looks very classy. Good job.
Moving on, we got Lion Airess and Perv Guy Who Hits On Lion Airess. Let me explain.
About a month ago, I stood in front of a young girl with Lion Air Training uniform. She looks decent enough, but the man beside her, well, I do have this ability to tell which ones are the good ones and which ones are bad, and I could tell you that the man was up to no good. I mean, he sat waayy too close to her and asked her a lot of lame questions to which she often replied with a nervous laugh. Poor girl. I did give the Perv a death stare , but the man was clueless, of course. It's been a long time since I saw them, actually.
Let's hope the girl's okay =S
There's also a man that looks exactly like my communications research method lecturer. I mean, it's a splitting image,seriously. I hope my teacher isn't so tech-savvy so he wouldn't stumble upon this blog.
And today, ladies and gentlemen, I met an FBI Agent.
Don't laugh.
It was terrfying, let me tell you. He was a newcomer so when he stepped into the train, we all looked in. He was dressed in jeans, boots, jackets, cap and get this: shades. I mean, I guess when you're abroad it's okay to wear sunglasses indoors. In Indonesia, you will be hunted down and flagged down as a terrorist. And not to mention the combat boots he was wearing. He also had this cheek stubble--I was mortified. We couldn't tell whether he was closing his eyes or not because of the dark shades. He sat sulking near the door , watching people as they pass by.

Hey, all negativity aside, maybe he was observing people just like me.
Last but not least, we have Nice Old Fella. He's my friend. Seriously. First time I talked to him was to thank him for giving up his seat for me. And one day, when a passenger got off and I was about to take her seat, a guy beat me to it and sat down.
What a jerk. I mean, there are posters all over that says YOU HAVE TO PRIORITIZE THE ELDERLY, THE WOMEN, AND THE KIDS to sit. But oh well. Nice Old Fella shook his head in disbelief, and we shared an "eh, what can you do?" look. So we got to talking and else.
I still have many train characters I wanna share with you, but let's do that later. My tummy is grumbling mercilessly and it's lunchtime :D
See ya later, aligator!

ps: To protect the innocents, I think it's best that I don't mention the details of my train schedule ;)