He was doing a crossword puzzle, in pencil, as he stood in the doorway of the train.
As the train rocked him about I wondered: how do you ever fit letters legibly into the squares while being jostled about?
I watched for every “ah ha” moment when pencil would go to paper, a clue having been solved.
He would scrunch his eyebrows and bite his lip as he struggled to get the letters printed into the squares. A few times he flung his arms down in frustration as the train jerked about, or when he had to move to allow others to enter or leave the train. But then he’d resume his puzzle, seemingly oblivious to the fact that there were plenty of empty seats around him, where presumably the whole exercise would be easier.
Maybe he was training for the crossword Olympics 🙂
Did you enjoy this post? Subscribe to get more like it delivered to your inbox.