I know I’ve already told

everyone who reads this thing, but, on my train, the one I catch at 8:27 every morning, there is a very special man. This man is the driver, and he sounds exactly like Hannibal Lecter. Exactly. What is so insane, is that no one else on the train seems to notice/care. Every morning I find myself about to turn to a complete stranger and say “Seriously? You don’t hear that?”

He was out yesterday, and I was sad. Today, he was back!

“Mill-brae. This is a Mill-brae bound train.”