I took a different route home yesterday because I stopped for a haircut and to pick up dinner from Pinochio’s (lasagna for D, penne with sausage and peppers for me). Something about these two people, probably strangers, talking on this bench struck me. That’s the thing you miss when you drive…connnecting with people you don't know.
I've been driving most of the time again since work is slow and I can sometimes leave early. I miss the train, but I can't leave early because it doesn't run all the way to Acton earlier in the afternoon.
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