At the train station, on line at Tim Horton's for some caffeine.
Nine people in front of me and the trains are a-pullin’ in.
And a local ‘hanger outer', who only needs to make it over to the lotto kiosk to hold up that line next, is at the register digging in the bottom of her bag for exact change, between me and my caffeine, and all of our trains.
G-World…