As I tap my phone at the subway entrance, a man standing at the gate catches my eye. “Little help?” he says, with a nod toward the gate.
I return his nod and, after passing through the turnstile, back up onto the bar that latches the gate, opening it and letting him in.
Just this moment, the train pulls in, and with a quick glance back to make sure he’s in, I get on, but not before I see his chin lift in quick acknowledgment of the favor, then we part, never to see one another again.
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