The Sisterhood of the Traveling Bus Pants?
Fried Green Ticket Fares?
Whatever you want to call it, there seems to be a collective of ladies who ride the train every day. They start as two and each stop seems to add a lady. They are chatting and laughing way too bubbly-like for this time of morning.
Makes me wonder if they are actually going anywhere, or if at a certain point they all get off, have brunch, and then so it in reverse.
Portland Train Brunch Club.
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