Sardine Price

I was a sardine last night, just like the rest of the people on the number 6 and L trains. We were packed so close together during the evening rush hour that it hurt and scared me. I am sure some of the other passengers felt the same way. All of us wanted to go home after a hard day. And all of us paid the sardine price—the usual massive transit price.

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