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June 29, 2012
It's ten thirty, and we're pulling into a train station. A girl next to me is throwing a beer can into the bin, when an older man, with a beer in his hand, says: "These can be recycled you know." She nods guiltily, but adds there are no recycling bins on-board.

As I'm walking quickly towards the train station, all busy-minded, tired, and flustered, a scrawny looking guy smiles at me, and keeps smiling.

A colleague animately describing a paper he's working on, and then taking a moment to check me out.

Things that made me smile today.