I'm really not a fan of the local trains.
People, enough to populate a tiny island somewhere, all crushed into one tin can labelled 'Andheri Local'.
Picture this: Four ladies cramped on to what is essentially a seat for three, when along comes Polly and says, "excuse, please adjust". Which means that the three afore-mentioned members of the fairer sex are to pack themselves into even smaller proportions to accomodate Number Four.
Those car keys? My best friends, I tell you!