Don't judge a book by its cover

Monday Morning, crowded subway train. I'm in the middle of the sardine can with nowhere to hold on to but the ceiling. I'm trying to maintain my posture I only have two stops. I feel a tap on my shoulder and this guy points to the pole making a gesture that he had made room for me so I don't have to grasp the ceiling. Whoever says New Yorkers are rude can go sit & spin. That guy made my morning, he should also organize the Subway Manners Ad Campaign I've conjured up in my head.
Here's a sexy lady I drew up when I should have been working.