Jury Duty Bag

The typically bustling 23rd Ave was still. I was up early with the joggers, dog walkers and garbage men. While patiently waiting for the 15 to whisk me off to jury duty, my bag lightly dented my shoulder. It was full, but just light enough to carry. Like Mary Poppins there's all sorts of things I could make appear from the bag - work, knitting, a crossword puzzle, snack, drink, first aid kit.

This was similar to how I pack for a plane ride. If I had to sit for hours on end, I wanted each minute to have the opportunity to be filled with something exciting and productive. But as I lug it all home, even though the contents have remained the same, the bountiful bag feels heavier with each step. I curse myself for going the boyscout route - always be prepared. For what? To be entertained.