Pure morning

No, is not about Placebo's play (that btw I love very much). It's about an average story of an average morning in my commute to work at the subway.
Friday morning at the subway. Not crowded at all. Surprising. Having a seat with my favourite music playing on the MP3. A promising start for a promising day. As I was staying on my seat, suddenly I saw a young goodlooking men in the front chair. He had an interesting T-shirt with a nice message about the ones that climb a mountain. Sportif I thought. Hmmm. Then, as to surprise more, he pull out of his rucksack a book and started to read. Woau! Intellectual too?!? That was amazing. But ... as I was digressing in my head about that rare specimen of people that has the looks and a brilliant mind something amazing happend. The amazzzzing guy scratched his nose. I was astonished. What! Maybe I didn't see it well. Hmmm. But then again: he explored the other nostril with his finger. A huge smile appeared on my face because I was thinking how I would have offer him a handckerchief to solve his problem. But that was mean, or maybe not ;-)
So after all is not boring at all to travel by subway even though in the early morning. You can find a story everywhere!
What other stories do you have? You can write them down in the comments area.