Doesn’t he like us? Was it something we said? How could he leave us?

That’s how I felt when Frank, the conductor on my 8:02 a.m. inbound commuter rail train, told me and his other passengers that he was switching lines. It felt like he was breaking up with us. There was a mixture of shock, sadness, even jealousy. After all, we knew what those Worcester-line passengers would be getting. To quote my 6-year-old: “It’s not fair!”