I leave tomorrow on a seven-day, three-city business trip.
I had so many materials to bring home from the office, I had to carry them on the subway in a cardboard box.
As I was awaiting my stop, I noticed something different about my ride home. Typically New Yorkers avoid all eye contact. Tonight their eyes were darting towards me quickly, with seeming discomfort.
It suddenly hit me — they probably thought I had lost my job and the box contained my personal effects.
I thought about producing a few tears, but that seemed like bad karma.