Hey, You!

You were the missing Amtrak train agent at the Santa Ana station who did not appear at the window, despite my hollering through the tiny hole. I went outside to look for an electronic ticket machine, but Amtrak and Orange County are so far behind the times that there was nothing in sight. I saw my train approaching and went back inside, and you were there. I asked to buy a ticket, but you said I'd never make it over the bridge in time to catch it. You smiled and said I'd have to wait an hour. You said you'd been there all along and that there was no one there when you came out. One of those tiny ringer bells would be a big help next time. At least until an electronic ticket machine arrives.

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