Normally two strangers having bad days make each other's days worse rather than better, but that wasn't the case when we began talking while waiting for the (late) 57 on Thursday afternoon. I felt like freaking out when I realized that I was late for work already, but talking to you kept me from losing it. You assured me that I would be forgiven, and you were right. I hope talking to me distracted you from you eye problems. It was very nice meeting you. —My day got better (I hope yours did too)