I stepped out of the tube station into the chill morning air.
A man giving away TimeOut magazines stepped forward from where he was waiting on the edge of the pavement for the latest batch of commuters to shuffle out of the underground.
He was not like the others - blank faces and bored eyes. Perhaps he was new on the job, not yet dulled by the dull affair of peddling his wares.
"Good morning!" He exclaimed, words as cheery as his smile. "Time Out magazine anyone?"
I didn't take one, and neither was I in a bad mood in need of cheering up, but cheer me up he did.
I hope he realises that for that moment, in that instant, he wasn't just handing out magazines. Keep it up, TimeOut man.
A man giving away TimeOut magazines stepped forward from where he was waiting on the edge of the pavement for the latest batch of commuters to shuffle out of the underground.
He was not like the others - blank faces and bored eyes. Perhaps he was new on the job, not yet dulled by the dull affair of peddling his wares.
"Good morning!" He exclaimed, words as cheery as his smile. "Time Out magazine anyone?"
I didn't take one, and neither was I in a bad mood in need of cheering up, but cheer me up he did.
I hope he realises that for that moment, in that instant, he wasn't just handing out magazines. Keep it up, TimeOut man.
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