Different

The later 6:00PM train seems as busy as the regular rush hour trains. Shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip, the slow rock of the train makes everyone wobble-dance in unison. 

The guy to my left is reading political feeds on the New York Times. It's amazing what people find interesting, but more power to him. He looks kind of boring, but I bet he tears off that tan trench coat when he gets home and rocks out to Gloria Gaynor. (At least that is the home life I have given him.)

I need a brightly colored coat I think. Red or blue wool. Everyone around me is gray and black. We look like carbon copies of each other and we are all blending together. One large, swaying group of black-coated funeral partiers.