He approached the small group of women waiting at the bus stop, including me. When he was within a few feet, he shouted out quite merrily, "Have a great night, ladies." The women around me stiffened a bit, looking away. "Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact", you could almost hear them muttering to themselves.
I turned to him and said, "You have a great night, too."
He stopped and said, "You know, no one ever says that to me. You made my night. Some people think the world is going to hell in a hand basket but I don't. Thank you."
I said, "I don't believe that either."
And he walked on.
The lady standing next to me smirked, and remarked, "Well, you made his night", rather sarcastically.
Perhaps none of them knew, and I really can't blame them. Hardly anyone in our world today knows. But, by the grace of God, I knew: that man was Christ in His most distressing disguise. One of the little ones of the world that Christ keeps close to His side. And He wished me a great night - a blessing at a bus stop.