As the inbound train approaches, a woman with a suitcase stands up and prepares to board. The train creeps to the station, stops without opening its doors, and then departs without allowing new passengers to enter. Muttering under her breath, she pulls out her phone and dials.
"Honey? Yeah, I'm going to be cutting it a little close today, they're in "express mode" today. Yeah. ... Ok, love you!"
Ten minutes later, as the next train approaches, she turns to me.
"This one better stop, or we're really going to have problems."
It did. We didn't.
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