"Excuse me," the blonde lady with the high forehead and pinched expression says with a fake smile, "but this is a quiet car."
Neither of us like being scolded, but we do tend to get kind of loud, so Katie and I apologize and spend the next few train stops communicating in whispers and hand signals.
A little later, though, I see the same scold perking up in her seat, with her headphones in, no less, getting ready to go after another couple speaking so quietly that I can barely hear them, let alone make out what they're saying through headphones.
When I point this out to Katie, she says, "I knew there was something wrong with her when she got on the train, I just didn't know what."
One year ago today: The Kindness of Strangers
Two years ago today: Different Streams
Three years ago today: Okay, But It's More Fun Down Here
Nine years ago today: 1-22-08 Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again