In a recent post, I mentioned that something I hate is a sense of obligation. This is why.
Last night coming home from work, none of my main Jews (my usual travel companions) were on the train. When this happens, I get to nap which I do enjoy now that I’ve learned how not to drool as much.
I shifted in my seat settling in for a nice peaceful ride. A lady that I've noticed occasionally on the train calls out from across the aisle Hey, where are all your friends? Not sure I smiled back closing my eyes. It’s been such a busy week hasn’t it? Wha? Oh, yeah I guess so. Tonight I’ve got a bunch more stuff to do and I can’t wait for the weekend. Me either. I closed my eyes again and willed her not to speak again. I got my wish.
This lady leaves the train at the first of the three stops this train makes. I slept through her departure and until another lady tapped my shoulder until I woke up groggy and confused. She said Your friend that you were talking to? She left this bag behind. Why don’t you give it to her? Uh, thanks, okay.
I looked over at the plastic grocery bag sitting quietly in the seat across from where the busy gal had been. Inside it looked like there was a small basket of peaches and a travel mug. I wished lady number two hadn’t said anything because now I felt obligated to lug the damned thing home with me. And back to work with me today.
If she’s not on the train tonight, I’m throwing the damned peaches out and will cart the mug around again until I see her I guess. None of this would have happened if my main Jews hadn't deserted me.
3 hours ago