on the train

Moleskin Notebook

During the bleary eyed morning commute, it’s noteworthy when a blonde business-type woman screams out “hon, hon.” Do people other than waitresses really say “hon” when referring to others?

“You forgot this,” the blonde said to another woman, just as the garbled voice of the announcer, the pre-door-close ritual began. She handed the moleskin notebook off to a scruffy man, who snaked his arm between the crowds and handed it to its owner. She said “thank you” to the general crowd, in a voice that sounded less than enthused but this was perhaps because the doors were nearly closing upon her.