Taking the NJ Transit rail on occasion to my brother’s house in Upstate NY, there’s always a group of people, presumingly coming home from office jobs in Manhattan, who pass around a bottle of something, get sh*t-faced drunk, loud and stupid. Conductor does nothing.
Conductor’s car on Friday Newark departure on the Raritan Valley was that way... as it should be. If you didn’t enjoy the jokes and good times, you simply sat in another car.