Their guide is either brash or has a tight schedule: braving the Lexington line at 8AM with a dozen teenage tourists is nothing short of reckless.
“We’re getting off the next stop!” he says over and over. “Hold onto something!”
They chat excitedly. I wonder if this is their first day here. I wonder where they’re staying, getting on the train in Downtown Brooklyn.
It’s a short trip to Bowling Green; they manage to make it off the train safely, fanny packs and all.
As we pull away, I notice several take out hand sanitizer to pass around. Smart kids.
Writing in Transit is a recurring series of 100-word stories based on my experiences on the subway. Posted on Fridays, they’re exactly 100 words. I double checked.