I had to go to a meeting in a large ten story building downtown this morning. My meeting was on the 9th floor. Several of us were waiting on the 1st floor for the elevator to come. A group of teachers were there. They had a meeting on the 8th floor.
We all crowded in. On the way up, one teacher was grumbling to another about our public school system's new policy of offering sensitivity training.
She said, "We don't need no help getting along."
An elderly gentleman was standing next to me. After the teachers exited on their floor, he looked at me and smiled gently.
"That teacher used a double negative," he told me. I nodded sadly.
"So, I simply discounted what she was saying," he went on. "It's unfortunate."
I smiled hugely at him.
"I like you already and I don't even know your name," I told him.
He held out his hand and we shook.
"I'm Woodrow," he said.
"I'm Maria," I said.
We both got off on the ninth floor. He went to his left and I went to my right. We waved goodbye to each other.
I think I fell a little bit in love on this raw October day.