The 2 train was slow this morning.
The automated voice said: “We are being delayed by train traffic ahead. Please be patient.”
Patience runs thin during rush hours, but early in the morning – before 7:00 a.m. – delays are taken in stride.
“It’s not all bad,” said the man sitting next to me. “At least now I can finish the newspaper.”
“Is there any good news today?” I asked.
“Not too much,” the man said. “The Yankees lost and there’s still no real news on Joba.”
The man turned back a few pages in his newspaper and then continued:
“There is this quote from Joba that made me feel a little better: ‘Life’s too short to worry. You hope everything will be okay and you think it will be, and you just go from there.’”
“So I guess we should be able to go from here?” I shot.
“Yeah,” said the man.