Metro Opens Doors ...

So I'm on my way home on the Metro today, sitting across from a middle-aged couple. They start teasing each other, and immediately I see my parents 15 years from now. (Did you get that, parents?! I just called you 15 years younger than middle-aged. You are welcome for that.) In the midst of their conversation, the wife asks the husband something, and he says, "I wasn't watching, I was looking at her." Her meaning me. So then I start laughing and we become Metro friends. Which, you should know, is saying something. I am not usually a Metro friend. I mind my own business (unless you are under five years old, in which case I will smile and make faces at you) of secretly imagining the life stories of the people I am pretending not to look at. Well it took little imagination to see that this couple had a happy life together. They soon got off the train, though, and in came a guy with two toothbrushes in his pocket, clearly coming from the dentist. He sat down in the wife's former seat and then proceeded to look at himself (and his newly cleaned teeth) in the window. We did not become Metro friends ..