This morning on the train, I bumped into a man, and we smiled at each other. Shortly thereafter, he asked me if I could spare a little money for breakfast. I had some bills in my pocket — change from a recent cab ride that I’d been forgetting to transfer to my purse — and without thinking much, I handed them to him.
He thanked me, and just before I put my earphones back in, I got the strong urge to ask him what he’d eat that morning. I don’t eat breakfast, as a rule, but it pleases me when other people do. (“Ooo! What’s that you’re eating? Egg on an English muffin? Good for you!” Etc.)
When I asked the man what he’d be ordering, he matter-of-factly replied, “McGriddle and juice … and some crack. Ha! Just kidding. You have pretty teeth.” And that was the end of our conversation. I laughed and put my earphones back in, and he got off at the next stop.
I don’t know if any of what he said was true, and I don’t care. He made my morning.