Union Station, 8:15 pmThe actual station itself, not the grand entryway full of shops and polished marble, is not particularly large or nice. At the far end is a small McDonalds the modeled after the old hamburger stands of the forties and fifties. A line of people snakes around from the door all the way to the back of the holding area. It is 8:30 and the train should already be boarding. "We are going to begin by boarding elderly passengers, families with small children and One Pass customers."
The door opens and, predictably everyone tries to rush through. The
conductor, a distinguished looking man in his late forties, closes
the door, and shakes his head.
"I feel like am in kindergarten," a woman mutters.
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