The El

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Sometimes the taking the train can be harrowing. Despite, for the most part its being a fairly slick system, years of construction, baseball games, rush hour, derailments can have you reaching for aspirin when you finally get back home. It's counting on those small things that can sometimes get you through a commute, a seat, a quiet car, no unexpected stops where you sit on the tracks and then starts the incessant beeping that tells you over and over the obvious fact that the train is unexpectedly not moving. Today, a few of us were scurrying up the steps to catch the approaching train.
Woman in blue coat: Are we going to make it?
Me: I think so.
Woman in blue coat: Is that a purple? (Express train)
Me: Yes, it is.
Woman in blue coat (now firmly on the platform throwing her arms up into the air and leaning back in giddy exuberance): Thank you JE-sus!!!

It was loud enough that most of the people hurrying to the platform paused and smiled. And in one way or another, agreed.

Then we pushed one other out of the way for seats.