They turn out to be 2 philosophy doctoral students and their dad, philosophy professor. The mom is sitting next to me, blissfully ignoring the metaphysical back and forth, enjoying the scenery and merrily nodding to music.
“How about you”, I ask her, “are you also in philosophy?”
“God no”, she says, “unless you consider service industry philosophy-related field. I been a waitress for almost 40 years now. It’s what keeps me sane” she says, discreetly jerking her head towards the back seat filled with her family, where someone just referred to a cheeseburger as the “existential choice”. (But for whom, I quietly wonder, the cow or the diner?)
“I think I know what you mean” I say back to her.
“That’s our mom” yells one of the young adults from the back suddenly, making sure I know whom I am dealing with. “ She is dynamite. She takes 20,000 steps a day.”