Crowded Subway

I was on a crowded train.  Crowded.  I've got an arm through someone else's bookbag strap, my phone is in someone else's pocket crowded.  A baby is breastfeeding in my lap, i'm turning the pages of a man's book crowded.  Forced to breathe in turns crowded.  no need to hold a strap crowded.  Which is good, since maybe the worst part of a crowded train is that all of the metal stabilizer bars are warm.  98.6 degrees warm.  Nothing worse than bracing yourself with a palm-greasy pole the same temperature as a stranger's armpit.  but the worst part of a crowded train are the people who prefer to keep their stop a secret.  No looks, no preemptive standing. no gathering of belongings.  Just a panicked rush for the door at the exact moment the doors open.  Like Rod Roddy just called their name for the Showcase Showdown.  And with an expectation of all others to just part, disappear, or what, lift them and pass them out the door?