I was walking down the stairs to the subway on my way to work, and at the bottom of the stairs were two foreign-looking women with a baby and a stroller, getting ready to come up.
I was thinking, "Damn, I must've just missed the train."
As I was passing, the older woman, who appeared to be the grandma, tapped me on the shoulder, handed the baby boy to me, and pointed up the stairs. I said, "You want me to carry him up the stairs?" She didn't speak English but nodded.
So I carried the little boy up the stairs while he stared at me with his big brown eyes. When we got to the top, I kissed him on the forehead and handed him back to his grandmother.