Ice Cream Monday

As a public transit rider, I see pretty much the entire spectrum of human behavior. After more than three decades I'm not often surprised by something I see, but it still happens.

This past Monday I was coming home from work via Davis Square. It's not my usual route, but I'd chosen not to wait around for my usual bus, which was running behind. As I was standing outside the station, I noticed a sound like that of a spoon clinking on glass.

I looked around, trying not to be too obvious, and eventually discerned a woman sitting on a bench, eating ice cream from a glass bowl. As I watched, she finished, wrapped the dish and spoon in a cloth, and put them into her backpack.

I considered the possibilities and came up with: either she's an extremely zealous environmentalist who can't abide the waste of a cup for her ice cream (in that case, why not just get a cone?), or she had swiped the dish from the nearby JP Licks. I kind of prefer the second option.