I’m late for work again. I hate carrying bags, but today I have no choice, although at least the bag is empty. It’s a laptop bag, and I need it to bring home my laptop from the office. How the bag ended up at here, I’m not entirely sure.
I see my friend Tamar’s brother – I’ve met him a few times but his name escapes me - and his wife walking slowly and holding hands. Inside the station is a girl who hair looks like my friend Sara’s from behind, but her behind is much too large for it to actually be Sara.
On the train, I sit near a religious Jew who is studying the Talmud and drinking Vitamin Water (“Focus”). I'm addicted to Vitamin Water and can’t help but notice the flavors people drink. I’m also addicted to The Mentalist, and spend the rest of the ride watching the next episode on my phone.
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