London trains are more than metal. They’re the veins of the city. When they stop, the heart skips a beat.
But when they restart? It’s like a collective exhale. Everyone breathes again.
And we all share a knowing look: “That was weird. Let’s never speak of it.” But we do. On Twitter. With memes.
The Final, Silly Takeaway
So, the next time you hear “train lines reopened following a person being struck,” don’t just groan. Lean in.
Think of the crayon. The dancing man. The tooting horn. The stranger who almost became a statistic but is now just a story.
It’s a reminder: life is ridiculous. And commutes are never boring.
Now, go catch your train. But stay behind the yellow line. Unless you’re chasing a crayon.
