Today, I meet Nick. He also gets on at the Fairfield stop. He’s a 55-ish accountant of Lebanese descent. He sounds sort of like Count Chokula. He also immediately cements himself as one of the three or four nicest people I’ve ever met in my life.
He greets me with a firm handshake.
Nick is sitting one seat ahead of me in the rear of The Vanpool. He’s as big of a college basketball junkie as I am. We start talking about the Villanova game the night before.
Barbara sits one seat ahead of Nick. She turns to Nick.
“Could you tell him to shut up. He has such a loud mouth.”
She said this about me.