com*mute; v. to travel regularly over some distance, as from a suburb into a city and back these are the collective stories of my daily commute, whether by train or on foot
Friday, December 7, 2012
Nice shoes
It's the morning, and there's not enough coffee in the world to make NY commuters happy people before 10. Everyone in a rush to get to where they're going, avoiding eye contact while packed into subway cars like sardines. I looked at the girl I was standing in front of, a bit on the gothic side, I looked down, avoiding eye contact as well, but she looked like she was on the verge of tears, I tapped her knee as I exited the train and said "Awesome shoes" She smiled, a beautiful smile and said "thank you." If only we made more eye contact instead of avoided it, but sometimes the Lord provides an opening... even on the floor of a subway car.
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