People try to move around but get no where. The babies are crying from the loud noise. The mothers tell their children to be quiet, but this only causes more commotion. There are gum wrappers and newspapers on our car. The train starts to smell.
People start opening doors at the ends of the car.
We get to 42nd Street. The train empties. Racing for the door. I made it. I blended with the crowd and started to feel the heat of the dog days of summer.