This morning I got on the bus to work, as usual, and sat across from a middle-aged woman... and her dog. This was not the unusual bit, however. I opened up my book (again, as usual) and tried escaping to the magical world of Harry Potter. To my dismay the escape didn't last long. About half way through my bus ride I realized that somebody on the bus was crying. I looked up from my book to discover the woman with the dog reading her own novel and openly crying; not just tearing up, mind you, but full on crying, presumably at the story she was reading. Unfortunately I wasn't brave enough to look at what she was reading. I like to think it was a tragic romance novel.To be clear, this post is not meant to poke fun. I think it's great that she was comfortable enough to display her emotions so openly in front of several complete strangers.