Social Experiment Number One

In line with the "I don't have a life" persona I have seemingly taken on among some of my readers, I have decided to conduct a series of social experiments to tap into the psyche of Sydneysiders to assess if they are actually worse off than myself. It is important to note that I devised all these experiments myself.

This setup is very simple. I buy weekly train tickets for work. So usually on every Tuesday, I would buy a new weekly and throw out my invalid ticket from the previous week. This Tuesday, however, I carefully placed the invalid ticket on one of the empty seats and then sat at a safe distance behind the seats so I could observe what happened next. From home to work, its about three stations apart. When the train pulled up at the next station, about 15 people came into my carriage and all managed to get seats. The first victim was an Indian man who saw the ticket and immediately picked it up. He did not even look around to see if anyone might be looking for it. He then carefully studied the ticket, and had an almost disappointed look on his face when he discovered it was invalid. However, what he did next was really strange. He put the ticket back to its original position, which was 2 seats away from him. It was almost like the ticket was sacred (or cursed).

At the next station, a well dressed lady in desperate need of botox walked past the seat and noticed the ticket. She stopped, picked the ticket up, before walking down 2 more rows to sit down. She studied the ticket more intensely than the first guy, flicking it over, turning it by 90 degrees, testing the sharpness of the corners. Then she started smiling to herself.....Strange....

Nearing the next station, she got up to get off. I stood up as well as it was also my station. Amazingly, before she got off the train, she placed the ticket back to its original seat 2 rows down from her.

So why did she and the Indian fella do that?

Look out for my next post......