The Kid's Still Got It

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.