Tang Mingxia hated it when the pink-shirted Shanghai Metro staff made everyone queue before entering the carriages.

What was so wrong with sheer brute force anyway? Queuing took at least an extra twelve seconds from her already packed schedule!

Also, you couldn’t fight anyone for the rare seats through propulsion and strategic use of elbows. She’d be standing all the way to Songhong Lu with some migrant worker’s giant plastic bag jammed into her back.

She fumed and wished the Metro station didn’t enforce their no-smoking rules.