I think by now you all know that I take the train to work in the mornings. A lot of people do...there are trains about every 10 mins between 7-9 am at the station closest to my house.
I used to start work at 9 am - so I would jump on one of the train between 8:30 and 8:50. Now, I'm supposed to arrive by 8:30 - so I do my best to get on the train between 7:40-8:00 (although it has been the 8:10 the last few days - which is NOT a fun train because everyone is running late so they're not nice and they won't move away from the door to let you on because heaven forbid you will get THEIR oh-so-precious-spot which lets them be two inches from the stairs at their arriving platform allowing THEM to be first to sprint up and make up the 4 mins the train was late - which, by the way silly people, is BECAUSE you won't move away from the doors to let the poor folks like me on the train to begin with - Wow, that wasn't even the point of this post - time to end the run on sentence).
When I first started working earlier, I would get the 7:20 train (mostly because I didn't know the new timetables yet) but that first day I remember passing the old man as he came out of the bushes.
It wasn't until the seoncd day that I thought I saw him zipping up his pants. On the third occassion, I spotted him about a block out and got the full show of the shake, zip, adjusment, and walk toward his cane - carefully placed within reach but on the other side of the bushes still on the walking path. Apparently this man makes a pit stop here every morning - I have yet to gather the courage to walk any closer to that bush than the other side of the street AND I have started taking the 7:40 so I don't happen upon this scene again...
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