On the way home, I just missed a fight between 2 young women and a young man at State St. station. There were several police officers restraining both sides. Somebody is not happy. Then I was moved forward to wait on the crowded far end. Lucky to grab a seat:
(That's my current view.). The crabby lady to my right was displeased when my hair touched her. I apologized, but apparently I interrupted her Kindle time - shitty device - old loyalties die hard.
My missed lunch is in the bag at my feet. If I could only bend my elbows to my mouth ... It's calling my name ... Eat me ... Eat me ... Eat me. I don't think the guy on my left would appreciate the lox though, so I've got to wait till it thins out a bit.
I will miss the train, believe it or not.