Anxiety At a Train Station

I am on the railroad platform in Chicago waiting for my honey, my man. He had run back to purchase me a sandwich with warm honey ham. We are heading to California on a Zephyr that has a great reputation. This is the sixth time we have been on this train leaving this station. Our daughter lives in California, a place that is warm in the winter time. We bought our tickets way ahead, and now I’m standing on this line. Others are gathering; a lady with six children and an enormous purse. My man had better get back here fast; I start to expect the worst. Maybe he was mugged, and will not be back in time to make the train. Has he fallen? Developed a huge concussion on his tiny brain? Someone hands me a hot ham sandwich, and I smile in sheer delight. Glad we are taking the train again, as I am terrified to take a flight.