Traveling Light

I had to admire the man who sat next to me on the commute home tonight.  He nonchalantly walked to the seat with a small newspaper in hand -- something he obviouly picked up on the way to the train in order to have some reading material to keep him entertained on the ride.  The newspaper was it though!  No lunch bag, no briefcase, not even a portfolio.  Okay, so he had a cell phone, but that was strapped to his belt and didn't seem to weigh him down at all.  Sure, I thought, travel light now but you'll pay for it later.  What happens if the train breaks down?  I will feast on my extra pudding cup and bottled water both of which are stuffed under the computer and pair of shoes in the totebag I had to move in order to let him sit down.  Moving it took awhile too because I was rummaging through my purse at the time trying to find my train ticket to present to the conductor.  While I was doing that, Mr. Light Traveler as I have since named him, pulled his neatly out of his shirt pocket and flashed it.  Okay, so I get the point, but I'll admit it right here, right now, I will never be able to board the train with nothing but a newspaper.