Scott’s Travels
“I’ll be starting in Moscow,” I explained to the girl from Maine in the seat beside mine, “and from there I’ll take the Trans-Siberian Railway east across Russia to Lake Baikal.” The girl from Maine in the seat beside mine was headed for Israel for a year abroad, though she hardly seemed prepared. She had made my acquaintance by boarding the plane with four large bags and arranging herself awkwardly amongst them in her seat, next to mine. Shortly before takeoff, the man across the aisle was kind enough to inform her of the existence of overhead bins and the space under the seat in front, and together we helped her stow her belongings.
Imminent Collapse
I just found out today that my younger cousin (not the one who had a baby, for those of you die-hard fans) got a promotion at work. She’ll now be working at a job that pays about $95K per annum, as they say. The news made me feel, shall I say, conflicted.