In the early hours of the day, I can sometimes be the only person in a nearly-full train carriage who is not wearing steel capped boots or anything hi-vis. I’m surrounded by tradies heading to their job sites. Many are sleeping; some are not. And on the way home, there’s always a tradie or two kicking back after a hard day. When I went back through my Trainland observations, tradies featured so heavily that I figured they deserved their own special edition.
Feet on Seats
This gentleman had clearly had a hard day on-site and just wanted to put his feet up and relax. So he did. His feet were comfortably resting on the seat opposite his. When I say feet, I mean that literally. He had removed his boots and elevated his bared soles. I don’t know if this is better or worse than propping your shoes on a seat, but I’m leaning towards worse.
In fairness, it was before 6 am on one of the coldest days so far this winter. More than half of my carriage were tucked up cosily, heads resting on windows, dozing. A couple were curled up on three-seaters, heads on backpacks, sound asleep. A tradie in front of me was seated with his back turned, half resting against the window. He was snoring like a congested elephant; I thought I might have to change carriages to get away from the noise.
Suddenly, he let out a startlingly loud snort. So startling that he woke himself up. His head whipped around, looking accusingly at the other people on board. I turned my laugh into a cough, to be polite. That earned me a suspicious look before he went back to sleep.
Spotted boarding a train one afternoon, this man was wearing camouflage pants with a fluorescent yellow hi-vis work shirt. Did he want to be seen, or not?
An older guy, in his tradie work gear with a big jacket and beanie, snoozing with his head against the window. Younger man in a sharp suit and scarf sits next to him, begins tapping away on a laptop. Sleeping guy does the equivalent of turning in his sleep- hard to do when seated on a chair. Ends up with his head gently resting on Sharp Suit’s shoulder. Sharp Suit looks startled for a second then goes back to his laptop. Sydneysiders have a bit of a rep for being unfriendly arseholes but Sharp Suit proves that we’re not all bad!
A Bakery and A Holiday
These two tradies were having a lovely catch up at 5 am in my carriage. I was the only other person awake on board, so it was hard not to hear their conversation. Apparently, they both frequent the same bakery. The man that works there has started behaving strangely, according to this snippet:
Tradie #1:”Cunt’s fuckin lost it. Silly as a cut snake- he tried to fight me! How do people like him even get jobs?!”
Tradie #2: “I know, mate! And *good* jobs like that, too!”
There’s nothing wrong with working in a bakery. If I worked in one, I’d die a premature death from carb overload. I just had no idea bakery work was something a tradie might aspire to. That aside, I am kind of concerned that there’s a bakery attendant out there ready to fight the next tradie who stops in for a meat pie.
The same guys then started chatting about the upcoming holiday that Tradie #1 has planned.
Tradie #1: “We’re going to the US. Can’t wait to get on a fan boat!”
Tradie #2: “A what?!”
Tradie #1: “A fan boat. If you don’t know what it is, I don’t know how else to explain it”
(This back-and-forth actually went on for a lot longer but I edited it for brevity here.)
Tradie #2: “You mean a hydrofoil?”
Tradie #1: “No. Fanboat.”
Tradie #2: “Hovercraft?”
Tradie #1: “FANBOAT.”
(Meanwhile, I am dying of repressed laughter.)
(Tradie #1 Googles pics to show his mate)
Tradie #2: “That’s just a normal boat…with a fan on it”
Tradie #1: “Yeah… A fanboat!”
Have you had any public transport adventures lately?
See the first installment of Adventures In Trainland here.
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Cover image: My own.