“It’s a beautiful sunny day today!” said the old lady next to me on the bus, the paper-thin skin around her eyes folding into a million crinkles as she smiled. Translucent she was, almost, in the sunlight.
“Yes, yes it is … it’s very beautiful,” I said, mustering great effort to be pleasant, even though I really didn’t have time for this.
I debated what else to say, something to demonstrate to her that today’s young people aren’t unfeeling self-serving workaholics who would choose spreadsheet manipulation over pleasant conversation.
My fingers itched to get back to my laptop. I thought about asking her where she was from. I hoped she wouldn’t ask me what I was doing on a bus to Syracuse.
I settled on something else about the weather. When I heard no response, I looked over and saw she had fallen asleep.
I idly clicked Apple + S on my computer. I shut my eyes for a little. Later we’d have the same conversation.