I stop at the comer drugstore for a breakfast of doughnuts and coffee. I eat fast because I'm a little late， and then I race to the subway station and gallop down the steps to catch my usual train， I hold on to the strap and make believe I'm reading my newspaper，3 but I keep glancing at the people crowded in around me. They're the same ones I see everyday. They know me and I know them， but we don't smile. We're strangers thrown together accidentally.