Facing Backward

First, let me say that I usually arrive at the station in plenty of time to catch the evening train home and, as a result, I have my choice of seats.  I always pick a seat that faces forward and is on the right side because the sun beats down on the left side seats making them particularly uncomfortable given how hot this summer has been.  Today, however, I was running late.  So I just had to grab whatever seat was available.  I ended up facing backward, which meant I could only see where I'd been but not where I was going.  I also got a first hand view of the happy hour going on in the car behind mine.  For a Tuesday, I thought the people seemed to be having entirely too much fun.  I thought about joining them but I had to finish a report for the office. So I ended up working.  I guess I'll save my happy hour for Friday afternoon when I can face forward toward the weekend!