Ian Anderson 6 p.m., July 29
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It's quiet in the car, the creaking of the train on the curves the only sound. It's late afternoon and there are only 5 of us, each sitting in our own section. One woman checking her phone, two reading. Me listening to an audio book on my iPad.
a sucking sound, then a watery interval, then a sucking. after 2-3 minutes I turn around, ready to glare at the person disrupting our ride.
A man, a big man, sitting upright but in a deep sleep- the heavily medicated sort I think- is snoring. if you can call that noise snoring. the woman looks up at me and laughs, shaking her head. the two guys join our group seconds later.
We can't do anything else but listen, and steal glances to see his eyes open , he sits straighter, then out again. we talk quietly, amazed he hasn't fallen into the aisle, or woken himself up.
I was surprised it was snoring. To me it sounded like a water pipe, I've never heard anything like this sound. the train cruises into the platform and I grab my bag. Have a nice ride home I say. we all laugh.