I Just Don't Get Some People

This morning, one of my colleagues came in, upset, and shared the following story with us:

As her subway train approached a station stop, someone pulled the emergency brake, bringing the train to an abrupt halt. Within three minutes, the area was flooded with police officers as onlookers watched, wide-eyed. Several of the officers walked across the platform to the space immediately next to the car my colleague was sitting in, and asked, "Where is she?" A couple of people pointed down onto the tracks immediately under where my colleague was sitting and said, "Right there. She's right there."

She? She who? What??

As these events unfolded, passengers onboard the train were becoming increasingly agitated. Not, as one might imagine, because the surrounding context seemed to indicate that a woman was lying on the track directly under their car, almost assuredly dead, but rather because they were not being allowed to exit the train, and the precious minutes slipped along, stealing their chances to get to work on time.

Pardon me? You're honestly so self-involved that all you can think about is being late to work? How can anyone be so heartless? Who ARE these people? Who can stand there and gripe about being held for a few minutes when some poor soul was just killed right beneath their feet only moments before? How is that even possible?????

I truly don't understand some people.