Second to last stop on my morning commute. I exited the train and took the escalator to the second floor. The bakery delights perfumed the air as people passed each other, some going in the subway, some going out, some to the bakery for their morning java fix, scones, Jamaican patties - chicken/vegetables/beef, muffins - corn, blue berry, banana, cranberry, chocolate chip and other succulent deliciousness. Sitting cross legged, on a two seater, on the northeast corner of the platform, was a middle aged, six foot two inch tall caucasian male clacking away on his laptop. Eyes focused on the screen he clacked away intensely oblivious to the foot traffic around him. To his immediate right at his elbow sat a shopping cart 🛒 filled to capacity that told it's own story.
The cart was compartmentalized and piled high with clothes, bags, cans, shoes 👟 and boxes. Wooden slats extended from in the cart up past it's edge and was canopied making the cart appear bigger.
Seemingly unconcerned he made use of the subway's free wifi. Smart move really. He sat in quiet dignity as he worked.
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