wednesday.

wirey.

we sat at the california stop for longer than usual.  an old and maybe drunk guy, nodding off, dropped his cellphone.  the woman sitting next to me stopped reading her vanity fair, pointed to the phone and waited.  the man sitting next to the old drunk guy picked it up and woke him up with a delicate tap to give it back.  the o.d.g. said thank you and hid the phone inside of his tucked in shirt.