My bus was not full; that broke my plan. My first week at the new job coincided with the company ski trip. I knew a few people at the new job, but not many. Now, on the bus ride back to the bay area from Tahoe, I planned to chat with whoever was stuck sitting next to me. Maybe I'd learn something; at least I'd know one more person. But the bus wasn't even halfway full, and no one sat next to me.
So I finished reading The Storyteller's Daughter, a personal history of modern Afghanistan. And I remembered that there were people out there with real problems.
Labels: book, road trip