I was stuck in a crowd on the subway and then stuck in an even tighter crowd headed to a metro escalator. (I had entered metro in a sullen mood and the conditions didn't help.)
But then so loudly, so joyously, I heard a man yelling a good morning to all. It was a metro worker positioned near the escalator, watching the crowds. First he extended the two words (a la Robin Williams in the movie "Good Morning, Vietnam") and then said them in rapid succession:
"Goood Mooorning!" Then: "GoodMorningGoodMorningGoodMorning!"
He was tall with long hair and had the biggest grin on his face. When I got near to him, I said loudly, "Good Morning!" He did a double take and then said, "Thank you! I appreciate that!"
As I got on the escalator, he happily returned to his almost "song" despite the many commuters who seemed to not hear him, who would just shuffle by.
When I exited to the street, it was with with a smile and a much better attitude. It's funny how a small incident like that can be so effective.
This man told me he appreciated that I spoke to him; well, let me say that I appreciate him!