There are rules on the subway. I’ve outlined them here before…along with my tendency to violate “No eye contact.”
It’s a Southern thang.
But today I found the secret weapon that turned an entire subway car full of New Yorkers. We’re talking eye contact with the person of interest. Eye contact with each other. Smiles even.
Even the most jaded East Coast native can’t resist a cute baby wearing a pink onesie with ears.