I was taken out of my usual subway trance this morning by an angry man.
He looked into my subway car with disapproving eyes, mysteriously upset with myself and all who dared to ride in our car. He placed his hands on his hips and shook his head… he was incredulous.
Was it my blank stare in his direction? Was it that no one asked him how his morning was going? Was he upset that I had forgotten to roll out the red carpet? Whatever the reason, as we sped away and the angry man faded out of sight, I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. What had ruined this man’s day?
The truth is, the Angry Man will remain the Angry Man, and we’ll never really know the reason his morning was ruined. So the next time you see the Angry Man, don’t ask questions, it’s probably best to just wish him a good day.