I am a commuter. I ride the train from the 'burbs to the city each weekday. Sometimes I stay in the city late, whether it be for working late or for hanging with friends after work. When I do stay late, I get the distinct honor of riding the "late train" - a one-hour, local-stops-only train from the city back to the burbs. I get to witness some great things, and I like to share them with my followers.
Monday, May 5, 2014
It's Not Even the Late Train
Listen, lady...I get it. She's tired. You're tired. You're both hungry. But if that kid wants a bagel and wants to get off the train, I think the rest of us would be okay with either. Whatever is going to make her happy and help her to stop crying. If I had a bagel, I surely would hand it over. Maybe rush hour wasn't the best option for the ride home. Just sayin'. At least you didn't pick the quiet car. Good for you!
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