I really hate catching the late morning train for work. I memorized the arrival and departure times of the local station by my home, and I’ve seldom ever had issues with catching the train. However, I am human, and I do have my days where things are off. I missed the train today.
So now, I need to wait for a few minutes for the next arriving train. While the wait isn’t much of an issue, it’s the station that I’m in that’s the real problem.
The station was a hub for not only trains. Lowlifes, addicts, and runaways called this station home. Piss puddles were everywhere, discarded cigarette butts decorated the ground, and trash was thrown onto the train tracks. And even with the police standing guard upstairs, nothing was done.
May God save the person who decides to approach me…
“Damn, it’s gonna be at least ten minutes until we get to the next station…”
I propped my backpack on my lap as I sat down in the furthest seat possible. I reached over to grab the door that lead into the next train car and pulled it but it was locked tight.
“What? Why’s it locked?” I mumbled.
“I’m fucking sick and tired of all you people ignoring me and not giving me money. I’m fucking homeless, you’re supposed to help me. Especially you.”
Stomping footsteps started coming towards me. The homeless man continued cursing me out.
Big mistake.
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