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I woke up just as the train was leaving Stanford. My seatmate was still fully engrossed by her spreadsheet. Tying to be the hale and hearty fellow traveler I asked, “I am going up to the club car for a cup of coffee may I bring you back something?” Not even taking the time to look up from her computer screen she replied frostily no thank you.” As I made my way through the rocking train to get my coffee, I thought to myself “What a bitch.” Continue reading →