Fresh Loaf

I�m a friendly person. So when a stranger � among about 60 packed on the westbound H.E. Holmes train — asked me how my morning was going, I gave him a friendly response:
�Good, thank you. And you?�
�Oh, I�m just wishing it were warmer, spring or summer.�
�Well, I don�t think you�ll get that for a few months,� I said with a smile.
�Yes, I guess you�re right, maybe three or four months.�

Earlier, while waiting on the Inman Park/Reynoldstown platform � for a train that was �experiencing technical difficulties� and wouldn�t reach the growing number of commuters for another 12 minutes - I�d noticed this man eagerly chatting away on his cell. He was talking nice, but almost too deliberate about it. After the conversation, he started swinging his arms and clapping his gloved hands together. I couldn�t tell if he was trying to keep warm or just wanted everyone to notice his pleasant demeanor.

The both of us � and damn-near all the passengers � got off the train at Five Points.
�Take care!� I said, wanting to reward this man�s efforts to be cheerful.
�Uh, you, too. ��
I walked toward the stairway headed to the northbound platform. His voice trailed me.
�Oh, looks like we�re headed the same way. Northbound?�
My cheer wearing thin, I continued through the crowd and found a place near the north end of the platform, and away from my new friend. Or so I thought.
�Guess who?�
Like I didn�t know.

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