I was a stranger on the train to someone who was not entirely certain whether he boarded the correct train.
It was early in the morning, and although I was unaided by caffeine or any other stimulant I was pretty awake considering the hour. The man-- stranger to me-- was sitting in my usual spot in the subway car and decided to just sit next to him instead. I only vaguely remember her: average height and weight, dark brown hair, olive skin, traveling with a rolling luggage bag. I thought he was headed for the airport but he was going somewhere else. He politely asked me if he was on the correct train and at which station he would have to get of; I obliged him, he thanked me, and I proceeded to the day's crossword puzzle .
My stop was a few stations after this man's, and as he got up to leave he wished me a good day. He said, "Have a good day", and I said "Thank you, you too" to the back of his head. Not a long exchange, nor a life-changing one, but I did go on to have a good day that day. I was already in an okay mood that morning, but that little exchange of gratitude really set the tone for the rest of the hours. People can be so rude sometimes, especially on the train, especially toward strangers; this small instance makes me happy, makes me a little less pessimistic about humanity as a whole.
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