“Perdón. Does the midnight train to Nuevo Laredo stop here? We just came a hundred miles busing from San Mig.” Johnny started to tell the man they had traveled hundreds of miles of back country with many, many passengers carrying chickens with them, and the chickens were pecking at peoples' eyes!
“Sí! Sí! Come in!” the man at the station said warmly. He recognized them as foreigners, what with the man's curly hair and the woman's blue eyes.
Suddenly the whole building lit up like a soccer stadium. Johnny could hear roaring and he though it was the trin, but his wife told him it was the air conditioning.
Johnny began to tell the man to save the lights and cool air, that they would wait on the platform, but they were told to sit in comfort inside the spacious lobby.
It was now nearing eleven and they would have to wait until morning to eat. Johnny wished he had had two servings of breakfast that morning at the eatery. Several workers had waved at them from where they were walking three blocks away. Johnny thought it was because they were such a handsome couple, and only days later would he realize it was due to his inability to differentiate between the money. He was leaving a tip as large as what the whole meal cost.
The man left the lobby, saying they should rest in comfort.
Johnny could see soccer players running all about, feigning injuries when there were none. They napped in the comfort of the ocean air, wondering if the train would really come and thinking about the pecking chickens.