Commonplace book entry 5: The people of Osato station

I live in Ama-shi. You probably haven't heard of it, because it is a very small town near Nagoya. The station from which I ride my train to school most mornings is called Osato, it is very small. There are two platforms, with a stairway connecting them.
While I sit in the plastic yellow seats at Osato station, I feel like I'm in a different world. The place is so empty, and so quiet. There is occasionally an announcement made by an electronic voice, but there are no station attendants in sight, in fact I have not once seen a station employee at Osato station.
The place is not completely empty, but I am usually the only person waiting on the platform to go to Ichinomiya. On the opposite platform, facing me, there are usually about 10 people. Of these 10 people, 2 are always the same, I have come to recognize these two people, and often speculate on what kind of people they might be.
The first is a man. For the most part he looks like a typical businessman, except that he often wears yellow or pink shirts, also his hair sticks up in a peculiar way. This man is always the first on the platform, everyday, without fail, he is there before me, sitting in the same seat almost directly across from my typical seat. I imagine that he must be a very punctual person, because he gets there before me, and his train comes after mine. He must be very worried about missing his train, I think.
The second is a woman. She always seems to be wearing the same outfit, a red button-up shirtwith a long read skirt of a slightly darker shade. She wears a large pair of black sunglasses. I have never seen her eyes. She also carries a "higasa" or umbrella to block the sun. She arrives later than the man, and she always stands, even when seats are available. She stands very close to the tracks, seemingly awaiting a train that will come very soon, but I have seen her stand in this position for upwards of 10 minutes.I really shouldn't be using the word "stand," because that implies that she is still, but she always does this sort of shuffle with her feet in her chunky black sandals. When trains rush by, it is only she and I who take notice. I am still not used to large metal objects rushing past so close to me at such high speeds, but she seems to be checking if it is her train which is speeding past. All in all, I take her to be a very impatient person.
As I mentioned before, these people's train comes after mine, so I never actually see them board. In my mind they only exist as people forever waiting for a train. For all I know, they may never leave. These are the people of Osato station.