I remember the last week of high school back in 1993 there would be a day where all seniors would take a day off. It was called senior skip day and the administration hated it. We didn't tell them which day it might be, so it was a total surprise.
Today felt like a normal morning until I reached the train, which had arrived before I got out of my car.
Anyone who rides the train knows it swoops in like a pelican, scoops up the fish-passengers, and flies off quickly. This time it sat there as I walked towards it with its doors open waiting. Once on I was greeted with a rather non-rush-hour crowd of two people.
Where is everybody? It's Thursday. Did is miss the memo about a skip day?
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