I’m on the 1 train this morning when I see an old lady, bundled up for the cold, address a man who is leaning against the subway door, reading the New York Times.
“You’d better grab something to hold onto,” she said. “Otherwise, the doors might open, you’ll fall out and die and then we’ll all be late.”
The man folded his paper and looked down at the woman.
“Wow. That’s some scenario,” he said and returned to the paper.
“Yes,” she said, “Yes, it is.”
I smiled. She looked around and caught my eye and smiled. I was about to say something when I remembered an old family saying: “It’s not you, mind your own, sit down, shut-up.”
I stayed shut-up and let it pass.