As I left the subway platform, I saw a boy ahead of me, standing at the top of the stairs, blocking my quick exit. As I got closer, I realized that he was reading a book. “How careless,” I fumed.
He walked painfully slowly down the stairs, step by step, eyes never leaving the book. When I edged past him, I saw it was a Harry Potter book.
Leaving the station, I looked back and saw him motionless at the bottom of the stairs, still transfixed.
"How cool," I smiled.