You would have thought she was polishing a brand new Cadillac. Or a beautiful Chinese Chippendale desk. Or Dolly Madison’s White House silver. But she wasn’t. She was polishing the white box that housed the fire extinguisher, and the white metal grate bench, and the elevator button — yes, the elevator button — and everything else she deemed worthy of her time and skill, in the lobby of terminal bus stop #4, on level 2 of the parking garage at Baltimore-Washington International Airport, this morning at 6:32 a.m.
I said, “Good morning, dear.” She looked up from her handiwork and smiled a toothless smile and said, “Good mornin’ young man. How are you?”