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I was walking through Penn Station this morning, on my way to the train [1], when I saw what looked like an old acquaintance. I decided to chance it and said "Hi, Lee." He looked up, startled, and said hello. I asked how he was, a general conversational pleasantry, and got the answer "Confused. Do you know where the New Jersey Transit ticket windows are?" So I told him, and he headed off. This is what I do: give directions to people met in transit, though usually they're strangers.
[1] Specifically, I need the front car, and the 7:55 to Port Washington is always on track 17, 18, 19, 20, or 21, which means the front of the train is best reached by stairs near the IRT entrance.
[1] Specifically, I need the front car, and the 7:55 to Port Washington is always on track 17, 18, 19, 20, or 21, which means the front of the train is best reached by stairs near the IRT entrance.