A woman gets on the train with her friend. They natter for a bit and then the conversation stops as the woman gets out her laptop and starts typing furiously.
A lot of people do work on the train; I see it every day. Excel, PowerPoint, Word, emails…. it’s never ending.
I wonder what she’s working on. I can’t see properly because of the sunshine glaring on her screen. Whatever it is it must be important; she has a serious look on her face and her fingers are a blur on the keyboard.
Suddenly we enter a tunnel and the glare is taken away.