It is a scene I see to often. A person, standing in front of the subway door, leaning ever so slightly forward as if they are going to spring out the doorway and dash up the steps as soon as the doors open.
Then they drop something. Some random piece of potential trash that they couldn’t be bothered with. It could be a tissue, a plastic bottle, a bookmark, a gum package….In today’s situation it was one of those cardboard sleeves they put around coffee cups to keep you from burning your hand. Not sure why they can’t be permanently affixed to the cups (not sure why we can’t force people who buy coffee at chain shops to bring their own reusable mugs either–but that’s a rant for another day.)
The dropping of this sleeve was audible enough to hear, so I doubted that it was a careless accident. Seeing the passenger take a quick glance at the floor and dismiss it confirmed the fact.
I, and probably many others thought about confronting the person. For my part, I imagined a indignant voice coming from me (which I do quite well) “Hey Pigpen! There’s a trash can right in front of the exit!” Then I imagined how a nice person would have done it. “Excuse me. You might not have noticed, but your coffee cup heat protection sleeves seems to have fallen. Perhaps you should retrieve it.”
I imagined a few others, but none were as pleasing or as comedic as those two. By the time I was finished scripting this Oscar worthy scene, the doors had opened and they were quickly being swallowed by the crowd.
Then it happened (because none of that so far would ever qualify as Today’s Perfect Moment).
A woman following her out the door, at a few paces behind, picked up the sleeve and put it in the trash with the same kind of force a Toronto Raptor would slam-dunk a basketball.. The expression on her face was fantastic. She was angry and ready for confrontation.
As this is Today’s Perfect Moment, I must be honest and tell you that I am unsure whether it was her good deed at picking up the trash, the expression of fury, or the fact that she was ready for a full on confrontation over it that qualifies as the winner. I am not a violent person and have no desire to see a confrontation on the subway platform. However, I did really appreciate the power in her tensed up face.