Just as the train rattled out of Junction Blvd, the screeching of the metal tracks was suddenly drowned out. A guy in a bucket hat shoved a portable Bluetooth speaker into the center of the car. “¿Cómo estás?” a voice rasped through the speaker.
The 7 train was, as the locals say, "hasta las chanclas"—completely packed. como_estas_ke_personajes_saturado_mta
Matías watched as the mood in the "saturated" car shifted. A woman clutching a grocery bag started tapping her foot. A construction worker across the aisle looked up from his phone, a small smirk breaking through his tired expression. Just as the train rattled out of Junction
He leaned back, closed his eyes, and let the cumbia take him the rest of the way home. The 7 train was, as the locals say,
As the train emerged from the tunnel, the sunset hit the windows, bathing the crowded car in gold. Matías took a breath. He was still tired, and the train was still delayed, but the music made the "saturado" feeling a little easier to carry.