Strangers in the Day
"You come here often?"
I look around and try to figure out what she means by "here." The commuter train? If so, what a strange thing to say. Could a moving conveyance even be called "here?"
This is what I daydream of every day -- an attractive woman spontanously talking to me on the train, in a way that sounds like a come-on (if not a parody of a come-on?) -- but I find myself suddenly wanting nothing more than to get to work unassailed.
I shake off this self-defeating attitude and look up to reply, but nobody’s there.