
The Italian Man
I’m sitting at the train station, waiting for the next one to arrive as I just missed the last one to go to work. People are either on their phones with headphones on or standing staring off into the trees. The same lady at the front counter repeats punching in buttons and prints out train tickets. “Round trip?” She always asks. The commute to work is insane. On a good day when public transportation is working and everything is on time, it takes an hour. Typically it takes an