Through no fault of my own, I am utterly late to work. Having been delayed upon entry to JFK last night, I arrived home at 4:00 A.M this morning, about seven hours later than I'd intended to.
At 10:20, when I leave my apartment, there is no time to make coffee and no energy to wait till Midtown. I skirt around the corner to Dunkin' Donuts even though I despise their coffee.
The train is full, but at this hour it’s a completely different set of riders. These are the start-up yuppies, the artists, and the students. One girl, wearing dark jeans and a gray down coat, is all too friendly. She asks an elderly Asian woman if it would be ok to sit next to her before taking the seat, and then compliments the scarf of another girl nearby. The scarf, when I look, turns out to really be quite pretty, made of a golden colored twill with black swirls and studded beads. Maybe there’s something to learn from the this crowd after all.
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