notes from the Friday afternoon commute
My office closes early on Friday afternoons in the summer.
It's an old-school policy designed, I'm sure, to allow employees to beat the traffic to their summer homes. My summer and winter home are one-in-the-same so I ran some errands and headed to the train at 2:00.
And what did I see at the station at that hour?
Luggage.
(An awful lot of Vera Bradley, don't you think?)
The lady in blue had sterling silver hair.
This little fellow was going to a baseball game with his grandmother.
This tiny girl needed a map.
This man
did not appear nearly as sinister in real life.
This woman was stunningly beautiful.
There were some backpackers around too.
So - there we all were. Waiting.
Hundreds of people, with more streaming in at every glance, waiting.
Everyone stands near the big board and watches for the sign to change - for the track to be assigned...
(meanwhile, some of us take furtive photos of glorious taffeta skirts)
and then, all at once,
the trains are announced and the giant crowd moves in groups to the exits - to the platforms to board the trains.
It's a blur of rushed movement, and the weekend has nearly started.
It's an old-school policy designed, I'm sure, to allow employees to beat the traffic to their summer homes. My summer and winter home are one-in-the-same so I ran some errands and headed to the train at 2:00.
And what did I see at the station at that hour?
Luggage.
(An awful lot of Vera Bradley, don't you think?)
The lady in blue had sterling silver hair.
This little fellow was going to a baseball game with his grandmother.
This tiny girl needed a map.
This man
did not appear nearly as sinister in real life.
This woman was stunningly beautiful.
There were some backpackers around too.
So - there we all were. Waiting.
Hundreds of people, with more streaming in at every glance, waiting.
Everyone stands near the big board and watches for the sign to change - for the track to be assigned...
(meanwhile, some of us take furtive photos of glorious taffeta skirts)
and then, all at once,
the trains are announced and the giant crowd moves in groups to the exits - to the platforms to board the trains.
It's a blur of rushed movement, and the weekend has nearly started.
Comments
At first I thought the tiny girl had a Vera backpack.
I love train stations. So far, Florida doesn't believe in Mass Transit.
Hooray for early Fridays!
One time, I caught myself thinking wistfully about seasonal homes, but then realized there would be mountains of laundry involved in two locations and decided that I am happy, and thankful with my all season address and my singular mountain of laundry.
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Or Inspector Clouseau?
Love the 2.00pm leave pass.
Adore the sneaky photos!
I luff that black and white skirt--and the shoes!
I'm not a fan of the Vera Bradley. Too much design and color for me. I guess I'm just boring :P
I love the energy of this post. The weekend BEGINS, wooosh, yay!
and she has some really cute hardshell laptop bags right now. not that i've been looking.
My husband takes off early on Friday to beat the bridge/beach traffic, but he has to get up early to get the extra hours in to do so.
Now I look for bags on Etsy.