Headphone Girl realized something was up. This was no ordinary delay. “What’s going on?” she asked her neighbor quietly.
Shoe Man showed her a message on his phone.
She gasped. “Really?” She began to squeal with excitement, matching the happy outbursts of the other passengers.
Stephen watched Mr. Briefcase lean forward to try to ingratiate himself with the girl. “Are you a fan?”
Headphone Girl made no effort to shield her emotions. “I love him! I can’t believe he’s staging one of his flash concerts at a subway station! And that I was on the right train to see it. My friends said I should have taken the night-bus home. They’re going to be so jealous.”
Bag Lady couldn’t hold her opinion back. She joined the conversation with a wet clearing of her throat. “I think it’s ridiculous that somebody can hijack everyone’s life like this. It’s late enough already and I just want to get home."
She got glares from both Headphone Girl and Mr. Briefcase. Shoe Man laughed.
“What’s the matter? Afraid your dinner’s going to escape?” Mr. Briefcase questioned her. He didn’t see that his comments received a sour look from Headphone Girl.
Bag Lady didn’t reply, but hiked her bag onto her lap and unzipped it. A small black dog poked its head out. They both turned away from Mr. Briefcase.
The chime of the intercom interrupted the rapidly deteriorating discussion. The conductor’s message was brief. “Thank you for waiting. We are resuming service.”
The train lurched forwards and was soon at the next station.
Stephen had to turn in his seat to see out the window. He didn’t quite believe what he saw.
Shoe Man summed it up perfectly.
“That’s pretty crazy, hey?”
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