Train Stuffing

I wrote this story experimenting with second person point of view.

You have just arrived in Tokyo, Japan and have decided to take the train instead of walking to your hotel. As you are waiting at the station you begin to have second thoughts about hopping on. You see men in navy blue suits, cramming people into the train. You reckon that will be an original Tokyo experience. However, you have already paid your 50 yen for the 2.5 kilometre journey to your hotel station. As you admire the absurdness of this process you realise it was only 60 cents. Another train arrives, heading towards your hotel. You reluctantly join the shoving queue. It is more like a bundle of people being squashed in at the same time than a queue. As you are shoved in the doors start to close. You are glad you are not claustrophobic. The door is closing on your hand and the squasher walks away to help at another door. You have absolutely no personal space and very soon sweat is pouring down your face like rain. Not long after you were crammed in another lot are crammed in like clothing in suitcase. The heat is becoming unbearable. Luckily you manage to find a rail map and your stop is next. When your stop finally comes 5 minutes later you realise you will have to kind of ‘swim against the current’ to get out.