There is a NJT employee that works the lower level concourse in Penn Station during evening rush hour. He is an informant. I noticed him when I first started commuting and observed him for a while until I figured it out. Basically, he stands around in his reflective yellow vest and tells his "friends" which track their train is going to be on, before it gets announced! The people he tells love him. Everyone else is visibly jealous.
I'm not sure what this guys ACTUAL job is, but he seems to spend the majority of his time giving away these valuable secrets. You can actually tell when he is in the area because you'll see a small but steady stream of people heading down the stairs to a track that supposedly, according to the screens, has no train.
Recently, The Informant took it upon himself to befriend me. Don't ask me why. I certainly wasn't trying to get his attention, so I can't imagine why he would have chosen to approach the unfriendly looking brunette in the corner. Anyway, now when he sees me coming, he mouths things to me that I can't understand until I take out my earbuds and he can point me towards my track. The other day he decided to tell me my track number in Spanish. I guess he thought I needed a refresher? It took a while for us to get on the same page, but he was VERY proud when I said "gracias!" afterwards. Too bad I would rather be the last one on the train than have to worry about talking to this guy every night.
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