Commuting Hell

Commuting Hell E 'dark, cold, you? only six thirty, thoughts sleep still dull my brain, as I press down in my coat, a clone of commuting, waiting for one train.Insidious rain, just drizzling down, through the faint light of moing creeping, paper-sandwich bags and old coffee cups, blowing past, so forlo.We salad together as a colony of penguins, the arrangement of the rain, as we fight for another day busy, wait until the train center . Alien Voices from hidden speakers, saying there is a change to the platform four, some quickly, need to beginners, veterans still heard before.Styrofoam all the flavor of coffee? Giant cup for 10 cents you save?. Smells like an accident in a science lab, but my source of caffeine craving.Lurid poster on the wall, sell what you have just don? t need.Early moing papers rustle as someone trying to read.Alien votes, another problem with the center of the train? Can all the commuters on the platform four, back to the platform again! ? Those who were knowing smile, written for its extensive face.While all? New boy? How compatible sheep, race.In station in the distance, the lights of the train, commuters Raise as high as hoped. Ma? s just a freight train mockingly by.But The thunders then finally a train, and we are struggling to qualify for a retu seat.Lay relax in the steam clothes, Commuter hell is finally free complete.John Roberts Training Consultant in the UK United Kingdom Kingdom, and the Director of JayrConsulting Ltd