Car One, 9:30
"The bastards wouldn't sell me a beer," says Tim.
"Not open." ventures Thurston.
"Yeah. How did you know?"
Thurston looks up from his laptop. "The cafe car usually doesn't open up until sometime after BWI."
"Well, why didn't you tell me that?"
"Didn't know that was where you were going," he replies, turning his attention back to his laptop.
"Well I said so."
"Hmm."
A scruffily dressed man passes by, and in one fluid motion grabs Tim's seat check and stuffs it in his pocket.
"You know, I could never live up North. I mean, I don't mind visiting. You know, see other ways of life. I just don't like having so many queers around. It ain't natural."
"What?" said Thurston, snapping out of his trance.
"I was saying..."
"I heard what you said, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't say it again. In fact, I'm trying to work, so if you could be quiet."
"Whatever you say, chief." He looks around for a moment, as if to find a new victim. He finally settles on the elderly woman sitting across the aisle, and tries to start a conversation.
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