Hills Like a White Potato

This story was certainly not my 'cup of tea'. The back and forth talking between the man and the woman was so repetitive that I automatically went into 'skimming mode'. I then had to go back and read it in-depth in an attempt to conjure some understanding of it. So it turns out that they were talking about an abortion, he wants it initially she is undecided. The scenery she observes is a metaphor for having the child or not. For example the barren side of the scenery was herself without the child and the lush fruitful landscape was her life with it. Their bags with the tags from many hotels implies the man's current free lifestyle and what he would be giving up if he was to settle down and have the child. From the way that I interpreted the ending, it seems that he moves his bags from one side of the tracks to the other, making them go towards the more lush landscape. (Implying that they will have the child) I feel like just about every point in this story is open to argument due to nothing really being stated. There are people who love to read way to far into stories for the sake of satisfying their own literary egos. I hate this story just because it is encourages these over-analyzing 'tards to continue doing so.
I could write a story about a big, fat potato named Bob and his friend Frank the french fry. In the end I could say the Bob is really a figment of Frank's imagination and that the big fat potato is what he sees himself as in the mirror. There would be some moron out there who would call it an "Ingenious literary triumph portraying the inner workings of an anorexic's mind". Crap like this story only encourages them. It's a hell of a lot more difficult to entertain with a concrete story then having "the reader decide for themselves". Just my two cents.