Seats on a Train, Chapter 502

One of my favorite things about train travel is that you actually have to interact with human beings. It's one of the few activities left in America that actually forces you to socially engage with complete strangers.

You get the good with the bad, though. Sarah and I boarded the Amtrack to head out on our trip to New York this past Wednesday, and our goal was to find a chair with a table so we could open up our laptops and work away, slaves to Public Relations that we are. We ended up sitting across from a grumpy looking old man with snow white hair. Sticking out of his ears, that is.

"Ted, could you--"

"No TALKING!" rumbled hairy ears. "Can't you see this is a NO TALKING car?"

Oh dear. "I'll be right back," I whispered to Sarah, and headed off to another car. Past the dining cart, I found a few empty seats next to a table. A blond woman sat alone there.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Although I will have to call someone in twenty minutes. I hope that's not a problem."

"Of course not!" I said, and put down my suit coat, to mark my territory. I went to grab Sarah and bring her back.

The lady frowned when I returned with Sarah. "You didn't say you were going to bring a friend."
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