A young man with dreads a skateboard was exiting the L with me. As we were walking upstairs he tapped me on the shoulder to let me know my purse was open. A stranger was looking out for me. I walked into the deli and I put a can of tuna fish and a beer on the counter. The middle eastern man rang me up and I walked out with my little brown paper bag. I walked down the street in the cold evening air, smiling.