One thing I love about train travel is the immediacy with which me and the one other single girl traveler waiting around always seem to find each other and agree to be seat buddies within moments. She was with her boyfriend at first but he left, and after he did I asked where she was going. She said Boston, and right away after said, “If you want to sit with me, I don’t know anyone. I get so nervous asking.” And I had been wanting to ask her myself, because it’s just nicer to sit by a girl for 20 hours. So I said yes, that would be great, I don’t know anyone either. It turns out she had thought she’d be getting in at 9:10 tomorrow morning. I had to break it to her that if I’m getting to New York tomorrow night, she is not getting to Boston tomorrow morning.
A bonus event in this interminable layover is that for awhile in the station four young soccer players sat near me speaking in Russian, and I was reading and tuning them out, but eventually they broke back in because I heard them say “David Duchovny” and “Mulder.”