The Acela Express isn’t that elite
Nearly everyone getting on the Acela Express that day is either on their way up the ladder or, more than likely, already at the top; they are wealthy, successful, powerful, in the crosshairs or on the boards of what moves and shakes this country.
I’ve ridden the Acela Express many times, and this is ridiculous hyperbole. Most of the people riding the train were cubicle drones like me. And I certainly wasn’t moving up any ladder.
My most memorable trip on the Acela Express was when two guido types almost got into a fight because one accused the other of making noise in the “quiet car.”