Smelly Brew, Lacking

Lately, I’ve been making breakfast and eating at home or, in a pinch, wrapping it up and taking it to the office.  Today, however, I decide to be lazy and pick something up once I get to Midtown.  

On the way to the train station I see Rabbi B. rushing inside a building. Just inside the tunnel, the AM New York Lady is chastising a 17 year old boy.  “Didn’t I tell you yesterday how important this is?” she hollers.  “You need to know what’s going on.  Read the paper.  Here, take it.  You can read it on the subway.  Just take it!"

Sara C. is on the platform, wearing a turquoise hat with a little flower on it, a long black coat with a furry hood, and spicy black boots.   I am about to walk over and say hi but she is far, and the train is approaching.  I stay at my spot.

There are no seats on the train.  A girl standing near me is wearing a colorful scarf with an otherwise bland outfit, and her head is furnished with large Skullcandy headphones.  Also near me is a tall man with a tall cup of coffee and I can smell the brew.   Delaying breakfast was OK, but it’s clear now that delaying caffeine intake was a poor choice.  I struggle to keep my eyes open, even as new passengers boarding at the next station bump into me.