An open letter to the very old man who runs the Keikyu line and is always too cold.
Dear old man who runs the Keikyu line and is always too cold,
Just because your teeth chatter and you worry about catching a chill, does not mean that the train services you run need to be as hot and muggy as the Amazon basin. I am currently standing on one of your trains. It is rush hour on a rainy day, and nearly every surface is dripping with condensation and yet the air conditioning units in the ceiling of the train remain silent. I spent the better part of the ten minutes between Kamiooka and Yokohama blind as a mole rat because my glasses were fogged up. (It was too crowded for my to get a cloth from my pocket to wipe them off.)
My sense of smell was damaged a few months ago, but at the moment I'm glad, because I thankfully cannot smell the heady mix of morning breath and wet dog that surely permeates the soup that can only be called air in the loosest sense of the word.
The only brief respite comes when the doors open at a station and some fresh air blows in.
So I beg you, please consider that the rest of us, the people who ride your trains, many of us under the age of 150, are not adapted for a temperature of 32 degrees and 100 percent humidity. In fact, most of us are wearing jackets because we just came from outside, and the morning rush hour does not allow us the luxury of space in which to remove them for our 20 – 60 minute commute on your trains.
With sincerest heat stroke,
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