Escalator Guy

You: kaki pants (I think), some kind of brief case, brown hair, kind voice
Me: Orange shoulder bag, jean jacket, red hair, face down on the escalator

I tripped and fell on the escalator this morning. You asked me if I was ok – more out of reflex I think than genuine concern for the well being of a complete stranger. It doesn’t matter, though. Thanks for showing a glimmer of friendliness while I was eating escalator grime.