Then, I was back to normal

I was on the line to pay some bills. Just behind me, an old lady arrived with a huge bag. It could hold food for a month, all the volumes of any complete printed encyclopaedia, a whole ham, whatever.
She was there, humble, black as coal, somewhat fat, cheap clothes, serene eyes. I had a zap on my chin that looked more like an ulcer. I thought about how would her life be, how would her house look like, on what she was
carrying in the bag. I was not in the mood to start any conversation, but I would have followed any.
I looked at her, and I think she scaredly looked at me. Silently, my zap spoke for me. Paranoia warned me that she should have considered me a snob. The thought bothered me.
But I must cause such an impression, even when looking reckless. People on the streets have an unbelievable sensibility.
Sometimes, I am on my way and some lousy guy hits me on the arm. Then I think, "what a jerk!". Last year I went after some of those, to know what was up.
(oh, how wonderful it is to be far from some friends who would condenate me! if at least they would walk away... but they prefer to help my oponents instead)
But recently I thought of Newton. Action and reaction. If a body hits my elbow with the chest, the impact was reciprocal and simmetrical, the same newtons were felt from my elbow. Oh, civilization. It spoils the charm of all vulgar emotions. By the way, the only valuable ones.

But the line moved, and I kept still. I had not went out home for two days, so I decided to make the excursion a sublime experience.
I looked at her again, and she stared at me again. I smiled this time. It was not artificial, though. Just a salute between two souls in the same situation.
There, that same line, leveled everybody. She smiled back at me instantly. Her house looked much uglier for me. I wish her all good.