You haven't lived until you spend time in the train station at 2 am. The diversity that walks through the double doors is fascinating. In a "train-wreck" sort of way. Wanderers & vagabonds. I am pretty sure Snoop Dog was there along with Madame Medusa. Then there was Sherman.
Our train was late.
We were supposed to leave at 2:45 am, but didn't end up boarding the train until 5:20 am. North Dakota, this was your fault. You were the one with 5 foot snow drifts.
I still haven't recovered.
Rachael & I spent the early morning hours weaving conspiracy theories based on the characters we encountered. There was the evil Swedish boy, the wandering cowboy and a janitor with a long white beard. If I were to write a story about a train station, he would be exactly how I envisioned a janitor there. Of course he wasn't actually a janitor, it was all a cover-up. Which had me & Rachael doubled over in mirth when he began mopping around our feet. This didn't seem to bother him. Suspicious.