I’ve never traveled by train in Mumbai, India — all my train trips have been in the south — but if I ever did, my only chance of getting on the train would be to wear a sari and sneak into the ladies’ compartment. Of course, Mumbaikars (or is it Mumbaites?) are used to this, just as New York City drivers are used to people showing them the finger — and not just Jets fans claiming their team is No. 1. Mumbaikars take it in stride and focus on the positives.
Can’t get a seat in the compartment? No problem, I’ll just stand in the aisle. I feel like stretching my legs anyway.
Can’t get into the aisle? No problem, I’ll just stand in the doorway. I’ll get more fresh air this way.
Can’t get two feet in the doorway? No problem, I’ll just put one foot there and hold on tightly. It’ll be easier for me to get off.
Can’t get one foot in the doorway? No problem, I’ll just hold on tightly, suspended in the air. This is going to make my arms stronger and impress the babes at work.