Easily the method of transport I despise most from experience. More than anything it's my total inability to plan ahead reliably where trains are concerned.
You need to be somewhere we said you'd be when we said you'd be there? Too bad, there are leaves on the line, you're going to be an hour late and miss your connection.
Reserved a seat so you wouldn't have to stand up while you wait for someone to get off, then race someone else to the single free seat available only to fall over a concealed travel bag sticking out in the aisle? Too bad, there's going to be a big, burly, aggressive bloke (or maybe it's a woman, it's difficult to tell through the piercings) in your "reserved seat". S/he didn't even buy a ticket until just before s/he got on the train. S/he sure as hell didn't reserve a seat. But don't bother bringing this up: s/he'll just grunt at you until you go away.
Most of all I hate the sheer rudeness of people on trains. It's not like a long-distance bus, where I can happily sit and read until it's time to get off. No, people will flood the aisle right next to you, an elbow in your ear, yammering at the top of their lungs on a mobile phone. After all, there is no driver to tell them to SHUT UP OR GET OFF.
Also, this is the mode of transport most likely to attract smelly, perverted drunks due to how easy it is to avoid buying a ticket. Ditto chavs, but that's a paranoid rant for another evening.
Robert Louis Stephenson would weep.
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