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The train this morning is a sleep car of protest with dozens of faces pressed hard enough against windows to snooze, but not so deep in REM that they miss their stop.

That is, of course, except for these two older ladies who are clucking loudly into each others' faces. I say that because with my headphones I cannot discern their words. They just sounds like roused birds gurgle-gobbling at each other.

The strange thing is that I am not sure they agree or disagree with each other. They aren't listening, just taking turns bawking. Bawking. Ba-caawwww.