What was unusual is that I was stuck in the car waiting for her without my phone or a book. I had nothing to read. I had to just sit there and listen to the radio for a good ten minutes. For some people, that would be no big deal. For me, it was torture. I'm a person who pulls a book out of my purse when I get stuck for a freight train. I am almost NEVER without some text to put my eyes on.
As I sat there being disgruntled about being bored, I did think about how perhaps I could spend these few alone minutes thinking about something productive, something that I might need to make a decision about or perhaps take action on.
But no. I just sat there. And wished I had my book.