Gripping the cash tightly, I jumped on my bike and took off. I relied on my memory, stopping now and then to ask people for directions, and finally reached the train station just before ten o'clock. With Thanksgiving season in full swing, the station was bustling with people coming and going, and the line for tickets stretched long.
I joined the line that looked a bit shorter and waited patiently. It was close to noon, and the staff were about to take their lunch break when it was finally my turn. Unfortunately, by the time I reached the ticket booth, all the seated tickets to my destination were sold out.
Without hesitating, I handed over my money and bought an earlier standing ticket instead. After securing the ticket, I carefully put it away and headed back, pedaling quickly through the streets.
