I was heading home on the northbound Red Line out of Grand Avenue. I had missed a train by about a minute, but another truly was following about two minutes behind. Since it was about 4:45, I actually found a seat right away.
I got settled in for some accounting homework for my Roosevelt University MBA class: Textbook and notebook resting atop my black messenger bag; pen poised; puzzled look on my face trying to detemine why my balance sheet wasn't balancing.
I kept sensing the guy next to me looking closely at my book and homework. I made eye contact with him a few minutes later and he said:
"Wanna trade textbooks?"
No way was I gonna take that bait. "No thanks! I'm sure yours is much thicker than mine." After all mine is a puny softcover of just 444 pages.
But he did drag his behemoth out of his bag. 800-plus pages in hardback for his undergrad class accounting and finance class.
He wins the Dueling Textbooks contest. Thank the good lord I don't have to drag that one around.