A story that isn't mine
Jun. 20th, 2005 12:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charliesmumI've told this story here before I think, but long enough ago, that I think it bears repeating. I've more friends, for one thing!
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mabfan said on his journal made me think of it. It's about how everyone has a story.
Years ago, I was sitting on the PATCO train coming back to New Jersey from Philadelphia where I worked. I didn't have anything to read that day, so I fell back on the old 'eavesdropping on other people's conversation' method of amusing myself during the 15 minute train ride. Usually there isn't anything terribly interesting to hear, but this one day I had the rare opportunity to see something really amazing.
The train was crowded, so there were quite a few people standing up in the area by the doors, even though they weren't supposed to. I was two seats behind that area, and the seat in front of me was taken by a woman who had a large bunch of pink roses in her hand. She was telling her seat mate that she just bought them because they were pretty, and she had no qualms about buying flowers for herself. She was attractive, probably leaning towards her mid-thirties, nothing spectaular, but pretty.
Meanwhile, standing in the vestibule was a couple of men, around the same age as the woman, also mildly attractive, dressed in the standard button down shirt, khaki pants uniform of the modern office worker. They were chatting about whatever it was men chat about on train rides home, I couldn't hear, but they were laughing a lot.
Right before we got to the Ferry Avenue Station stop, the woman with the flowers said goodbye to her seat mate and got up to leave the train. As she passed one of the button down men, she handed this one guy a flower. He, of course, asked her why, and she said 'you have a nice smile. Give it to your wife or girlfriend.'
He then asked her where her stop was, and she comfirmed that it was Ferry Avenue. He was disappointed, as he was going on.
By now the train had stopped, and she said goodbye and stepped onto the platform. The man watched her go, then looked at his friends, hesitated only a moment, smiled nervously and said 'See you guys later!' and jumped off the train to follow the woman.
I think of them sometimes, and I wonder if they got together, if they started dating, if they are still together.
I rather hope they are.
Something on
mabfan said on his journal made me think of it. It's about how everyone has a story.Years ago, I was sitting on the PATCO train coming back to New Jersey from Philadelphia where I worked. I didn't have anything to read that day, so I fell back on the old 'eavesdropping on other people's conversation' method of amusing myself during the 15 minute train ride. Usually there isn't anything terribly interesting to hear, but this one day I had the rare opportunity to see something really amazing.
The train was crowded, so there were quite a few people standing up in the area by the doors, even though they weren't supposed to. I was two seats behind that area, and the seat in front of me was taken by a woman who had a large bunch of pink roses in her hand. She was telling her seat mate that she just bought them because they were pretty, and she had no qualms about buying flowers for herself. She was attractive, probably leaning towards her mid-thirties, nothing spectaular, but pretty.
Meanwhile, standing in the vestibule was a couple of men, around the same age as the woman, also mildly attractive, dressed in the standard button down shirt, khaki pants uniform of the modern office worker. They were chatting about whatever it was men chat about on train rides home, I couldn't hear, but they were laughing a lot.
Right before we got to the Ferry Avenue Station stop, the woman with the flowers said goodbye to her seat mate and got up to leave the train. As she passed one of the button down men, she handed this one guy a flower. He, of course, asked her why, and she said 'you have a nice smile. Give it to your wife or girlfriend.'
He then asked her where her stop was, and she comfirmed that it was Ferry Avenue. He was disappointed, as he was going on.
By now the train had stopped, and she said goodbye and stepped onto the platform. The man watched her go, then looked at his friends, hesitated only a moment, smiled nervously and said 'See you guys later!' and jumped off the train to follow the woman.
I think of them sometimes, and I wonder if they got together, if they started dating, if they are still together.
I rather hope they are.