While waiting for the subway at the 57th St. Station, I noticed a well-dressed man standing on the platform close to the tracks. He was removing his gray suede gloves, as he pulled the first one off it slipped from his grip and fell onto the tracks below. Without pausing, he removed the other glove and threw it onto the tracks to join its mate. I smiled and he smiled, and we both knew that he had thrown the second glove so that some lucky track repairman would find a pair of new and wearable gloves.