confusion

In news that shouldn’t sur­prise any­one, trains on the East Hills line (the bane of my exist­ence) and the Bank­stown line were stalled for an ungodly thirty minutes around the City Circle because there was this lun­atic run­ning around on the tracks in the tun­nel near St James. Did I hear someone mut­ter the word “fragile”?

What made it worse was how the sta­tion staff respon­ded: almost like chooks with half their heads cut off, they had no idea what to do. It was mildly amus­ing when this train pulled up (from the oppos­ite dir­ec­tion), and after a few minutes, the sta­tion staff asked the guard if he was leav­ing yet, but he threw his hands up in the air and told them he didn’t know where his driver went… he some­how just disappeared.