It was a woman with two McDonald’s bags in her hand, making the rustling noise on the train.
There is a woman who I recognize, sitting directly across from me on the subway.
Last week, there was one seat left on the morning train, and I squeezed into it. It was a snug fit, but not terrible. Everyone still had some room to move.
I said goodbye to my coffee woman, Lina, yesterday.
I spent last weekend in the country and I am not in the mood this week for the hustle and bustle of NYC commuting.