I saw her.  She was scanning everyone on the TRAX train with her big, smooth skinned eyes and her Mona Lisa smile.  Sitting there in her cute little tailored black wool coat and black leather gloves, soft red scarf with her hair neatly pulled into a stylish bun atop her head.  Her black widow eyes stripped each passenger clean before she carefully moved on to her next victim.
  I didn't want her to know that it wasn't her youth, beauty or poise that was making me so jealous, it was the fact that she was observing; openly, proudly, flauntingly even, observing my people on my train.  I watched her do MY job.  She was flawless except for maybe how unabashedly she was doing it.
  She caught me watching her.  She didn't flinch, she didn't look away.  Our eyes met and each of us knew exactly what the other was doing.

   I felt it noble that I gave her a half grin as I exited the train 

since I was obviously the older more experienced

 giving kind credit and appreciation

 to a novice.