The Waiting Room

It was 2 hrs for my family and me to leave for Goa, for my Uncle's wedding anniversary. Mom said that we should go to the station early, so it would kill any chances of missing the train. I tried to talk some sense into her, but it was almost obvious whose opinion would be taken into consideration. Anyways, we reached the station. Mom and I thought that the station would nearly be empty, but we didn't realize that other trains were arriving at that hour. There were hordes of people running here and there to enter their trains. Dad said we could wait in the waiting room. We all agreed with his idea. Mom sat down and was absorbed by her magazine. Dad went into a corner and called up who I think was a colleague. was Then I finally sat down, only to get a glimpse of everyone.

The room was quite small but had enough seating for our lot. There were about two families and two couples, excluding Mom, Dad and me. Out of the old couple, the old man who looked like he was in his sixties or seventies, got up from his seat and limped over to the restroom. The woman,  who looked a little younger than the man, took out her pocket radio and started listening to some old Hindi songs. It was loud, but no one said a word against Kishore Kumar.

The family of three occupied the three recliner sofas and set to work. The teenager, who was the youngest of the family and was probably here for educational purposes, removed this book on commerce and got absorbed into it. Her mom, who I suppose had nothing to do, stared at her and continued to do so until she fell asleep, and snored loudly. The father, who seemed quite handsome, unexpectedly removed his phone and started playing a video game! I tried not to laugh.

The next family was quite boring. The boy, who looked a 5th grader, pulled out his Kindle and started a chapter book. His mom started to apply nail polish such that it was the most important thing to do. And his father gaped at them both, for he had absolutely nothing productive to do.

And the last family decided to take advantage of this valuable time by arguing. I don't know what exactly they were arguing about, but I guess the husband unknowingly said something that insulted the wife because their conversation went on something like this:
"What do you mean?? "
"Sorry?"
"I clearly heard what you said!!!"
"Okay, now you are really overreacting?"
"Oh, I am overreacting? You men conveniently get away by throwing it all on your wives-
Then they included a few inappropriate words in their argument, too. The whole room echoed with their screeches.
Finally, it was time for us to get up and leave. The old man came out from the restroom, showing a relaxed expression on his face. It wasn't long before it hit me that we were all on the same train! Normally, this would've given me more time to observe them, and hence some light at the end of the tunnel. But, I sat down, a frown on my face as the couple continued to yell and argue.