The doors open and the train waits, but no one moves to get on. The engineer calls, but still no one moves. Eventually, the two bag ladies are escorted to the train. A final call from the engineer and the train whistles and the doors close. As the train begins to depart it lights up with a festive array of glimmer and shine.
Angelic music is echoed from the trailing box cars.
Happy sounds accompany the music. Maybe it has something to do with those two lady bums. Maybe they put up a fuss or something. I like who I am. A deafening silence and gloom envelopes the station.