The station:
I'm sitting on a bench. People decide to come and sit right next to me. I had to slide over.
There was all this space where they could be sitting.
The platform:
All of a sudden the horrific, distinct sound hits my ears. Some herb is cutting his nails. I turn around. Just a foot away, a man naturally, in flip flops, is trimming his fingernails as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
Overheard:
Conversation about Lucy who is a B and is only tolerable because she gives b jobs. She doesn't even make the chicken right. Nobody wants the house special anymore.
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