What's the story with these people getting off the train?

The commuter rail station is a quarter mile away from me. Everyone is going somewhere on campus, and they all have to pass me before they get there. By the time they get to me, they are spread out over several hundred yards.

So tell me a story. Who are the people who pass me first? Who are the ones in the middle? Who are the ones who dawdle? What makes them end up in these positions relative to each other as they pass me?

Feel free to make up realistic stories or completely wild and silly stories. Let your imagination get into it. It’s a cool summer morning and you don’t have anywhere else to be other than to watch the people.