So what if the lady had her carry bag stolen? That is no excuse to hold up the train for twenty minutes or longer. There she was all ranting and raving as if her only child had climbed out of the moving train window and jumped. Oops, sorry about that.
By the by, she did have an empty baby-buggy with her at first, pointing to it and exclaiming, so that was indeed my initial impression.
Pointing to the place where the carry bag had been hanging from the buggy, raising her hands in the air, screaming like some crazy woman who had just escaped from a mental institution.
When she started to run up and down the full length of the waiting train, it became almost comical. Some passengers were looking concerned, other were laughing, and even others where grumbling and complaining. Jeez, isn't this long enough already?!
Because I was sitting next to the window I could see everything. I made the mistake of saying at first that it looked like she had misplaced her kid. Everyone was suddenly concerned and worried to death.
But after the wait became prolonged, the majority started shaking their heads back and forth, wondering how any mother in her right mind could possibly misplace her own child in a train. Irresponsible, immature, she should be put in jail and the kid adopted by better parents.
I was only ten minutes later than usual, and taking my first bites of supper, I had quickly forgotten the long lost episode.
