STUCK BETWEEN STATIONS
SEATTLE The Enterprise Rent-a-Car dude picks me up. We make awkward small talk for 20 blocks to the office.
"Going anywhere good?" he asks.
"I'm a freelance reporter for the Post-Intelligencer, covering a seaweed foraging class in the San Juans."
"Yup, gonna harvest it and eat it. Very nutritious, but probably gross."
"Big archipelago about 90 minutes north. World- famous holiday destination. Where are you from originally?"
Seattle suburban donut territory. Um.
He tries to return volley: "So did you have to work today?"
"Well, I know it doesn't look like much, but I'm working right now."