…not at the wheel, but almost. As I wait for the subway cars to come to a stop so I can board, I see one of the middle cars which has a small windowed compartment in it, pass by. A trains-person [would have said trainsman but they are also female] sits in there and at each stop, you may approach their window and ask them questions if you are unclear about the train’s route etc. Often, they are the clarity one needs if there is a change in schedule. As this compartment passes by my view, I look and see the person inside is asleep. Their head is laying tight on their chest. I board. While riding to my stop, I begin to wonder if the trains-person is asleep or are they dead? How would one know? I ponder this until I disembark. I make a point of walking back to the little compartment, and there she is: bright and cheery and looking out the window at the comings and goings on the platform.