Ok, this is the best picture I could find to illustrate my next experience on the TRAX train.  

Sitting across from us was an older man. 

(I thought older until I noticed he looked about the same age as my hubby!).  

Anyway, this older man had a very old transistor radio with the antennae fully extended.  

Plugged into the transistor was a likewise very old earplug.  

This is not plural: earplugS, just earplug.

 This is the old type earplug that came with the transistor radio and you only plugged it into one ear. 

 The radio had seen a better day.  

Missing was the battery cover so clear plastic tape was heavily wrapped around the radio making it all that was holding in the batteries.

  Waving his radio around like a divining rod, the older man was apparently trying to catch news from his radio as he rode.

Suddenly he speaks to us:  

"They are going to open a burger store called 'Habit Hamburgers', isn't that a name for ya". 

Hubby and I politely smile and laugh like, "What"?

   Santa brought me my first transistor radio when I was in Junior High School. 

 I got it for the Christmas right after an amazing baseball season between the Dodgers and the Yankees  in 1967, 1968 or so. 

Everyone was walking around with the transistor radios and one ear plugged in listening to the game.

 I was SO jealous, I had to have one!

 What a miracle; the transistor radio, even though you went through batteries like minutes on your cell phone.

   And, what made the scene even more odd was that in front of the man with the transistor radio was a young girl talking on her cell phone. 

Of course she talked loudly, as they tend to. 

 In front of the cell phone girl was an even younger boy with his laptop computer playing games so that we all had to listen to the pings, chimes, bongs and bubbles of the games as he played.

 One older man laughing at the news waving his transistor radio antennae around, young girl giggling on the cell phone as a young boy plays with his laptop computer game.

 

All there together, neatly in a row, all together in this split second of time on Earth.