Trust

Trust—you either have it, or you don’t.

The scene: Deutsche Bahn. An ICE compartment, fully occupied, by the way.

There’s someone sitting across from me at a table. Or was sitting—because he left. And without his laptop. It stayed there for thirty minutes, all alone with everyone else.

Then he came back.

“That was a bit overly optimistic, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“Oh, no. You have to have a little trust… And anyway, where’s he going to go with the laptop?”

He’s got a point!