Episode 86: The same six people have gotten off the train at my stop every night for nine years and not one of them lives in my town
Submitted by Dee — Oak Park, Illinois. 41. I close at a restaurant in the West Loop, and for nine years I have taken the 10:52 out of Ogilvie home to Oak Park. There is one later, but that one gets you in after midnight, and I am forty-one and I have feet. There is a bench on the outbound platform at my stop. Green, wooden, bolted to the concrete with its back to the tracks. I have sat on it maybe four times. Mostly I walk past it to the stairs. At the time it did not matter at all. Six people get off with me. Every night. A tall man in a brown work jacket. A woman who pulls a folding grocery…
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