My Monday Morning Commute

Two Hispanic middle-aged ladies sat across from me on the train this morning, quietly chattering to each other in Spanish the whole time. Towards the end of the trip, a crotchety white man told them it was the quiet car, a term I translated for them. They asked me if I was going to school, which school, and what I was studying. They were nice and I thought, "Wow, it's a lot like talking to my grandma." Then one of them said, "If a boy tries to kidnap you, fight him, scream!" and I was like "Holy cow it is exactly like talking to my grandma."