K and I were on BART, headed to his company's holiday party along with scores of other well-dressed East Bayers. At MacArthur station, a well-dressed couple got on the train, sat down, and pulled out boxes of holiday cards. They proceeded to spend the next few stops scribbling furiously, checking their (separate) mailing lists, and conferring on whether or not Lisa still lives with Keith and if they still live in California.
I admired their industriousness. Their BART ride could not have been longer than 20 minutes, tops.
The kicker? They were sending Hannukah cards at least a week after Hannukah.
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