It is the day after Yom Kippur and I am still recovering, not from the fasting, but from all the food I ate once it was over. I get to the station and head towards the bottom of the stairs. There is someone here that I recognize, and he says hi. I remember meeting him at Adam’s place a long time ago (before Adam moved to Chicago) but I am clueless to his name. Jenny R. is also at the base of the stairs.
Walking towards my spot I hear someone call my name and it is Sara S. I’m forever happy to see Sara and talk to her in the morning, except that her job starts an hour after mine does, so it always means I’m late. When we board the train we find seats near a thin redhead, just two seats away, and we spend a large portion of the ride debating the redhead’s gender.
A few stops later the conductor leaves his post and walks over to us. He kindly asks us to get up, and when we do he opens a hidden panel behind the area where we were sitting. Inside, there are numerous switches and after flipping one or two of them, he closes it and thanks us as we sit back down. We get to our final stop and Sara offers to lead me through one of the tunnels under Rockefeller. It gets me out half an avenue closer to work, but it’s still not good enough for me to make the morning’s first meeting on time.
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