I live quite close to the main train station in Wellington and often get caught up in the trail of the commuters on their way to the station in the evening.
The thing that bemuses me is the runners. Most people amble their way along the main roads, knowing they've got time to make their train. But there are some who run, because they either have an appointment at the other end, or they just must catch their routine train.
I guess that they know what time they have to leave, but get caught up by a minute or two when their computer does something weird at the end of the day. And then the lift takes a bit longer to arrive and stops at a few too many floors on the way to the ground. And those silly red lights. All conspiring to make the harrassed commuter late for their train. And so they run. They take risks with the lights. They barrel through the amblers with little care for personal space.
When they get there, I figure half the time their train is probably running late anyway.