A Pointless Story About A Pin

I caught a bus from a rental car drop-off to the Denver airport recently. I was on my way home from a two-day business trip.

Four women sat in the very back. They had high-heeled shoes and fancy coats and carried briefcases. They were talking about business and travel and office politics.

One of the women sat across from me. Her pants were solid black. Her jacket was black plaid. She was talking about closing deals, and the others were listening. Frankly, I wasn't really interested in their conversation. But I couldn't ignore it, since the woman had a pin on her lapel that caught my attention.

The pin was made of silver in the shape of a bee a little larger than your thumbnail. It had a shiny black stone in the middle -- black onyx, maybe.

When the driver pulled up at the airport, I walked over to her and pointed at her lapel. She thought I was pointing at something behind her, so she turned around to look out the window.

I like your pin, I said.

She was still confused.

Your pin. It's very cool.

Oh, she said, looking down at it. Thank you.

Then I turned and got off the bus.

So you might be wondering why I tell you this -- a story about a woman none of us know, about a bus ride of no importance, about a piece of jewelry for heaven's sake! You might be wondering why.

And you know I wonder, too. But it's too late now. The pointless story is finished, and there's nothing we can do about it.

I'll try a little harder next time.

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