Giving out the Papers
Every evening as I negotiate the rush hour, I notice guys handing out the free papers. There’s usually a guy on the station platform as I leave the train waiting to hand out papers to everyone; lately it’s been a tall lad with a baseball cap that he’s recently taken to wearing backwards.
While I usually dash through the station as quickly as I can, I usually slow down to take a paper and thanks the guy. I feel a bit better, though I wonder quite how much notice anyone else gives them as they rush to catch their trains.
While I usually dash through the station as quickly as I can, I usually slow down to take a paper and thanks the guy. I feel a bit better, though I wonder quite how much notice anyone else gives them as they rush to catch their trains.