I walk outside and realize how incredibly chilly the morning air has become these past few days. Right in front of my building, Emily T. is pushing a baby stroller and chatting on the phone. She smiles at me and continues her conversation, something about “the videos” and she “can’t believe it!”
Halfway through the tunnel inside the train station, a commotion begins behind me. Someone calls out for the formation of a single file, and I turn around to see a fairly large high school class lining up. When I was in high school, we never took public transportation on trips, and it still astonishes me to see New York city classrooms transplanted to MTA property.
On the platform, I see my friend Tamar’s brother, who’s name I don’t know. I also run into Miriam C. and we ride the train together, talking about holiday plans, the best kosher eateries in Midtown Manhattan, and some of the stickiest situations we’ve ever found ourselves in. Anyone who says the quintessential morning commute is definitively spent alone simply hasn’t heard Miriam’s stories.
0 comments:
Post a Comment