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would be stuck at
the station for another hour or two before being operational again. If I stayed
here, I’d be a sitting duck for any type of miscreant who happened to stumble
upon me. As it was, I felt lucky to get away with having my purse stolen and
nothing more heinous.
    I decided to take my chances walking out into the
city streets. The only consolation was that it was no longer raining outside.
It was still cold, and the pavement glistened under the street lights, but the
stinging rain had stopped. The roads were essentially abandoned. I wasn’t sure
if that was a good thing or not. On the one hand, I didn’t seem to be under
threat, but if one should arise, I had no idea where to turn to for help.
    If I screamed, would anyone here me? I pondered this question as I walked along, my senses heightened, completely
alert so as to spot any potential danger as quickly as possible. If only I had
my phone, I’d have some idea of where I was, what time it was, and how I might
get home. For the time being, I was completely alone and vulnerable to whoever
might stumble upon me wandering these unfamiliar streets.
    I saw a light on in a convenience store up ahead and
picked my pace up to a slight jog. When I tried the door to go inside, it was
locked. Instead, a man looked out at me from a window, his face protected
behind bulletproof glass. That wasn’t a good sign.
    He indicated that I should come over to the window.
Anything I needed, he could pass to me through the slot after I’d paid. I’d
never seen anything like this before, and it made me wonder just how dangerous
these streets were. I asked him through the slot if he could call me a cab. He
shook his head and pointed to a payphone.
    “Please, I don’t have any money. My purse was
stolen. Can you please call me a cab?” I begged.
    The man shrugged and pulled a cellphone out of his
pocket.
    “What’s da numba ?” he
asked in a thick accent.
    “I don’t know. Any cab, any cab company. I don’t
care. You have a phonebook don’t you?”
    The man looked completely exasperated with me and I wasn’t
sure why. It’s not like he had anything else to do at this hour. Reluctantly,
he pulled out the phone book and flipped it open, trying the first number he
could find.
    I watched as the phone rang several times on the
other end, finally the man spoke into the phone, and just as soon as the call
began, it ended.
    “No cabs out here. Cabs won’t come out dis far. Not
worth da money.”
    “Are you serious? Try another one,” I said, wrapping
my arms around myself.
    I was starting to get colder now. The man tried another
number and shook his head.
    “No cabs,” he said again.
    I asked him to try another, but he refused.
    “Well, call the police then,” I said, frustrated and
desperate.
    The man scowled at me.
    “No police,” he said, and shut the slot closed on
me. I guess it was just that type of neighborhood.
    I pleaded with him through the glass, gesturing
wildly, trying to get him to help me, but he shook his head negative. Tears
were welling up in my eyes at this point. Was I bound to spend my night in the
streets? I would have started walking, but without my phone I had no idea what
direction to head in. For all I knew I would be walking into an even shadier
part of the city.
    I looked at the clock in the convenience store
before I left. It was past 3:00 AM.
     
    ***
     
    Without many other options, I decided to head back
to the train station. The train should be running again by around 4:30 AM. I
had almost an hour and half to get through, but at least I knew that was a
valid way of getting home. Fortunately, I still had my apartment keys. That was
the one saving grace.
    I walked up into the train station and for the first
time I noticed all the signs posted throughout: a flyer indicating a service
disruption over the weekend. Trains are running on a delayed schedule .
The first train out would be at 5:45 AM. Dammit . I pounded my fists
against the wall