I look down, I see that it’s half past 11. “Oh nugget” I say as I realize my train came at 12:30. I guess I’d have to wait another hour. I’d have to start people watching I suppose. While it has never been my favorite thing to do, I have always tried it when bored. I sat on the bench and prepared for the next hour of my life. As I waited, I saw a train pull up to the station. Everyone had exited the car, except a young man and an older woman.
I saw the train was one that connects to a different station and hopped on. I sat in the car with the man and woman, because it was the one with the least amount of people. They were arguing, but it was too late to move. Too awkward.
“I’M WEARING THIS HAT BECUASE IT IS HOT. WE ARE GOING TO A PLACE WHERE IT IS HOT IF YOU WOULD LOOK AT THE MAP” said the woman. She seemed very crotchety.
“If you would loOK AT THE MAP, you would see that this train is going NORTH. WE GOT ON THE WRONG TRAIN, GRANDMA” yelled the man back at the lady. He was so angry he dropped the box he had clutched to his chest. An insane amount of clothing fell right out of it. Funny, using a box for a suitcase.
I stared out the window and put my headphones in. I didn’t play any music, though, this was sort of interesting. I kept listening to the pair of people bicker and fight, then the train stopped. I got off, walked to the next stop to wait for the upcoming train I could take, then saw the two, grandmother and grandson, go off to find the correct path they were taking. I hope all went well.