Update: Like listening to stories? To listen to a cliffhanger podcast version of this post, click here. The second half of this post picks up where the podcast leaves off. (Music by: Kevin MacLeod, "Danse Morialta").
This morning on my way to campus, I hurried my way down to the subway platform, tote bags and neck scarf askew. For the morning rush, the premises were unusually vacant: a woman texted on her smart phone at one end of the platform, and a business-suited man stood several yards in front of me. On the yellow line. The yellow line. The one that buffers waiting passengers from an approaching train. The line that countless signs and announcements constantly ask people not to stand on. And not only was this man standing on that line, but the end of his toes were flesh with the edge of the platform...
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