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| > | It was a dark and stormy night. O.K. it was really a hot and muggy afternoon, but dark and stormy sounds better. "If this stupid train is late again,... I'll jump on to that third rail my self." I said to the air around me as I waited for train #44, "I mean, If this train is on time just ONCE, then it would be a miracle." I have a habit of doing that, talkng to myself when I'm frustrated. Ten minutes later the train screached to a halt in front of me, as the wind it caused blew garbage around the Chicago train stop. I boarded and tried to find a seat in the clusters of people. "If I'm late to this meeting, I'm going to be REALLY mad." I muttered under my breath. "besides, the whole deal rests on the idea that I'll be there with the money" I patted my briefcase to assure myself it was there. "Huh?" The women in the seat beside mine shouted to me above the constant clatter of the train. "Nothing" I shouted in her ear to make sure she heard me. The next stop I got off, and made my way to the State Street office. Copyright John Owens-Ream 3/4/1999 |
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