May
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What I love about train stations
Is not the imminent feeling of far flung travels. A) no one is really going that far away on the train these days and b) that’s too cliché. No, what I love is how busy they are, chockablock full of people who are either in a massive rush or no hurry at all, and the remarkable thing is that all of these people, myself included are always looking every which way, including up, but the way the are going. Like me when I almost mowed down a dude in my rush to the millie’s cookies kiosk, or that dude who just tripped and spilled coke all over my bag. This, friends, is the Great British Bank Holiday weekend.
