Legally speaking, pedestrians always have the right of way. This well known, ill adhered-to rule should at least be respected on rainy days. That is why I am angry at a Family San Juan livery driver who cuts me off at the crosswalk, pulling up just too far for me to jump ahead before he turns at the stop sign.
I walk into the station, Aviva P. not too far behind. By the time we reach the turnstiles she has caught up and says hello. On the platform, Tzippy H. is waiting patiently for the train but misses me as I walk by. Caryn L. is also there, and she waves from the distance.
On the train, I sit next to a middle aged woman wearing striped gray pants, cowboy boots, and a long blue coat with a tan trim and big buttons. Most striking about her is that she is watching a Japanese cartoon on her iPod. The show, or movie, has lots of sword fighting, kissing, and the giant eyes typical of Anime. It's odd to see someone her age interested in cartoons, with the technical knowhow to mobilize them, and with the geekdom to watch them in public. I think there's open position in my department I want to tell her about.
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