His wife asked, "Where's my goodbye kiss?" He said, "No time." He got on the elevator. Please be express, he prayed. It wasn't. He dashed outside. He rushed to the nearby train station, bumping into one person. He started down the station steps. An old lady wasshuffling down the steps. Why are old people allowed out in the morning, he wondered. Inside the station, he hurried past the free daily newspapers in the metal racks. He swiped hisMetro card. Please don't tell me to swipe again, he thought. Many people were climbing the stairs from the platform. Which train had they just gotten off? He squeezed past them all. He was finally on the platform! But it was emptier than usual. He looked south. He didn't see any red taillights. He looked north for his train. He stared hard. Staring hard always works. Everycommuter knows that.