Dear Man Who Says Hi at the Station Every Morning,
Your voice echoes up the stairs like a repetitive chant born out of a particular cult that gets its kicks and spiritual fulfillment through greeting as many people as humanly possible.
Dear Mr Station Staff,
I do believe you deserve some recognition for guiding a blind man to the exit of the station. Sure, it’s part of your job, but the way you were chatting with the guy and having a laugh with him is telling of why you deserve the recognition.
I like how you are so sweet that your center never becomes rock-hard, like your edges sometimes become. At heart, you are sweeter and more malleable than the dough from whence you came, and this I am grateful for. You…