Gripping stranger #13: The Yawner

I was standing on the crowded 99 B-Line down Broadway yesterday as it headed west through midday traffic. Everyone was reading the daily commuter papers, listening to their iPods, staring out the window. Silence. Then you yawned so hard and with such catharsis that you sighed a big "oh, yeah" because it felt so good. The "oh yeah" was completely unaware of itself, and for that reason, utterly brilliant.