The Station Pt. 4

The man put the lid back on the hip flask.

"I tell you," he said loudly, "the traffic out there is murder!"

Andrew looked surprised.

"You mean you were driving?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get enough of that shit from my wife I don't need it from a total stranger."

Andrew decided to just let it go. It wasn't worth getting into an altercation with a stranger about. And anyway, his head was pounding. It was all the stress he'd been under lately. He rubbed his temples and shut his eyes, trying to alleviate some of the tension...