And Then There was Only One
Mar 26th, 2003 |
Normally, when I get on the train I usually end up leaning against the door with my nose buried in some book. But today, I lucked out, and found a seat. And trust me when I say there are some serious straphangers that take the seat very seriously. They can be quite vicious. Just imagine a bunch of woman at a shoe sale. It’s a very scary sight. Well anyway, when the train pulled into the Canal street station, everyone around me got up. It was a bit amusing.
