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It’s a shame that it loses a bit of the meaning when translating it, but nevermind, this is quality!
I used to go down to the Seabus station at rush hour just to watch all the commuters. I mean, presumably they’re individuals, but the degree of de-individuation is pretty shocking when you think about it.
One of my more vivid memories was from when I was a security guard in downtown Toronto. I got off work at 7 a.m., and when I hit the stairs at the subway station, I was often swimming against the tide of people coming up the stairs.
Always remined me of a great poster a friend of mine had up on his wall [I can only describe it, but if anyone can find me a copy, I WANT IT]: a line drawing of an enormous herd of sheep, surging forward, over a cliff. It always took people a moment to see the one lone sheep, working its way through the herd, going in the opposite direction, saying “Excusez-moi, excusez-moi”
ROTFLMAO!
snort ahhhahahaha! Oh my goodness! That brings back unpleasant memories of the former commute. Ahh workin’ from home what a pleasure!
And yet, there is no concrete proof that there IS a better way to make career than to get up your boss’s ass.
Oh, we have many tunnels like in Washington. That’s why everyone around here has an air of asshole about them.
(FWIW, that looks like the one leading into Congress).