Dressing Room

After more than five months of riding the train, it's nice to know I can still be surprised by what I see.  Let's take this morning, for example.  I watched a man finish dressing on the train.  I'm guessing he must have had a harried morning because he got on the train with shoes, slacks and shirt on and carrying a briefcase, tote bag and plastic grocery sack full of stuff.  Once he was seated, he pulled a newspaper flyer from his briefcase, unfolded it and placed it neatly on the floor.  Then he placed his briefcase, tote bag and plastic bag on it.  From his plastic bag, he proceeded to pull out a pair of socks and attempted to discreetly put them on.  He produced a tie from his briefcase and expertly tied a double windsor.  Then he added his suit jacket, which I had failed to notice earlier. Once he finished dressing, he proceeded to clean out his briefcase, which seemed to be filled with receipts, newspaper advertisements for black Friday sales, and assorted scraps of paper.  I guess the man might contend that he was productively using his commuting time, and I suppose I would agree, in part.  I may actually try to sort through some papers in my tote bag during my ride, but I think I'd rather do my dressing in the comfort of my own home.