A Regular Rider

I am recognized as a regular now on the 4:48am MARC train.  It's rather embarrassing as to how I discovered my regular status but I'm going to tell the story anyway.  It all started this morning when I slept through my alarm.  So rather than getting out of bed at the usual 3:45 am.  I slept in until 4:05 am.  While 20 minutes may not seem like enough time to throw my schedule off, trust me it did.  I scrambled to wash my face, brush my teeth, get dressed, pack my bag, grab my coffee and dash out the door by 4:25 am in order to get to the station in time to make my train.  I did it, of course, and was greeted by the other early morning commuters when one of the women who also is a regular rider leaned over to tell me that I had forgotten to zip up the fly on my pants.  I thanked her and as discretely as possible finished dressing.  Was I embarrassed?  Not really.  I figure you have to be pretty familiar with someone in order to point out such a misstep.  And frankly, I'd have been more embarrassed had she not said anything.  So today I sing the praises of the other early morning regulars who watch out for us newbies and make sure we get to work dressed and in one piece.