For some reason, the transit authority in Barcelona always chooses August to do major repairs on the lines, and screw up all the train routes at the height of tourist season. I don’t know why. I guess it’s fun for them.
So the train station at Clot right now is total chaos. They’ve cut one of the major train routes and boot you off at that station, where, you have to walk with thousands of pissed-off and lost people through a long corridor across the station to get on another packed train that has a million stops.
In an attempt to control the crowd, they’ve divided this hot, stuffy corridor into two lanes. Each “lane” is only wide enough for a couple people, so if you’re in a hurry, you’re out of luck. And being a laid-back, Mediterranean country, almost everyone walks as if their ankles are tied together.
So yesterday I was shuffling through this corridor, sweating and gasping for air amid the suffocating masses, and all of a sudden I notice something on the wall.
It’s a condom-vending machine.
No, it can’t be. I’m seeing things.
But it is. A condom machine, in the middle of all this chaos.
‘Cause I guess sometimes, in moments like these, you just have to stop and fuck someone.
Enjoy your trip!!
That machine doesn’t make a lot of sense… does it??? jajjajaja… I am living in Central Valley in California since two years ago… and for me… there are many things here in California that doesn’t make sense…but is the funny part… i suppose
LOVE the new blog, Rachel! Marti and I are way looking forward to seeing you and Cesar in January. Altho our plans for BCN almost were torpedo’d yesterday when Marti was offered a business trip to Hawaii in the same time period. When she asked if I’d like to go with her, I said I don’t need no steenking Honolulu! So she’s sending her boss instead and we’ll stay with our original plan . . . whew!
It makes perfect sense: if train chaos is going to fuck you in the ass, you better use condoms!
Probably a vaseline vending-machine will be more useful for train travelers in Barcelona (to make the experience less painful).
I shall never fuss about my beloved L.A. Metro again. Wishing you a speedy delivery unto a post-repairs September.