Riding the Crest of the Crowd...

I was waiting for the train home after badders and found myself in an odd situation. As a crowd, we were waiting at one platform when some sort of garbled message came across the tannoy that I missed. The crowd started floeing away from the playform toward somewhere else.

I, having missed the message, didn't know where we were headed but for some reason, found myself at the front of the crowd trying to loosely anticipate direction and speed.

It felt oddily like surfing but with people in place of my wave.