D.C.-bound 199

I fell asleep after the post below and was awakened by a woman who asked if the seat next to me was occupied. I was sleeping so well, sprawled out over two seats, until she tapped me several times. I pulled off my eye shades and asked here where are we. She said Phily. I tried to collect my thoughts as her and her gabby friend who sat on the other aisle seat realized they were in business class. They got up and left. Thanks for waking me up. Just as well. I was thirsty and made my way through three coach cars to the dining car. Now the train is full of the folks I thought would have been onboard earlier. (See post below.) I am in dining car now, and all of the food is gone. Thank goodness I ate a rubbery hot dog earlier. At counter. No more orange juice.