It's windy. People are impatiently pacing, waiting for the next train. People have their hood and head phones on; don't bother them. Finally those three magical lights are glowing brighter and brighter and bells sound off to announce its presence. Everybody on the train has a blank look. Nobody talks to each other, they just stare elsewhere. In the train, it's warm and bright. People check for clean looking seats to sit on. The train jerks forward and we are off again, ready to be taken home. About every 5 minutes, the automated voice of a woman announces the next stop. Her voice is clear and assured. She makes the VTA feel safe.
Thankfully, nobody smells today. My attention falls on a group of peculiar looking people. There are four of them, sitting together and chatting. They all have many layers of raggedy, loose fitting clothes on. They're speaking loudly and laughing; the rest of us pretend not to be staring at them. Suddenly one of them pull out a wine bottle, takes a swig and then quickly hides it back under his coat. Even the other three are surprised, but they laugh it off. The other passengers also can't help but let out a low chuckle. This man doesn't have a care in the world. Sometimes the VTA can be really refreshing.
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Good job; you catch the feel of waiting for and rising on the train.
However, you need to fix a few things:
People have their hoods (plural) and headphones on....
About every five (not 5) minutes...
...one of them pulls out a wine bottle...
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