http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/10/business/10road.html?pagewanted=all
I watched how carefully she stowed the cans and replaced the napkins in their bins, as if someone would ever reach for them again. She removed her apron and folded it as neatly as if she were in her own kitchen.
After she strapped in and gazed out the window, her chin was set firm but her lower lip was quivering. She dabbed at her eyes quickly with a tissue. "I almost made it without tears," she said.