Cell-fueled train hook-up
On the Red Line heading north, just exiting the subway tunnel, a cell phone belonging to a 20-ish woman chirps.
"Hello! Where are you?"
"Me too!" A smile creases her face.
"Well, let's try to meet up. OK. I'm in the second-to-last car."
"OK, I'll get off at Fullerton."
And she does, almost knocking over other departing passengers in a desperate attempt to find her friend or whoever, riding on the same train.