Since everyone is usually buried in a phone, or a book; it’s kind of fun to catch glimpse of faces.
Today, everyone seems overly cranky… grimaces, twisted looks of annoyance. And everyone seems to be coughing.
The woman next to me, keeps violently clearing her throat. If I could reach my pack of wintergreen gum, I’d certainly hand her a piece. In futile hope of staving off terrible sounds emanating from her esophagus.
If only we weren’t knee-to-knee and hip-to-hip on this 312, into the city…
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