So cold this morning, so frigidly, morbidly, horribly cold.  Thank goodness we were running a little late and got to the platform just as the train pulled up.
Hubby and I sat down right across from a well-dressed, quite handsome younger man.  Probably in his early 30's.  Quite tall, dark hair and handsome in looks as well as handsome in his dress.  He had a black wool overcoat, $250 or so pin-stripped black suit, cashmere scarf, black leather gloves, thin socks (are they called hosiery for men when they are thin and go up the calf pretty far?) and expensive shoes.  But my hubby did noticed the soles of his shoes were cracked like when he, himself, was working in New Hampshire and it was -40 degrees.  The leather on the soles of his shoes literally cracked in the cold.
Hubby says he probably works for Goldman Sachs since he had such nice clothes.  But the best was the way he sat, with his back against the window, one leg propped up onto the seat so he faced into the center of the train and on his face was an intense brooding scowl as if to say, "I'm here, see me - but don't you dare try to talk to me!"   
Then on the way home tonight, quite the opposite - there was a quite large, perhaps 350 lb. younger lady dressed nice but in obviously inexpensive clothes; a short cap-sleeved t-shirt with strings hanging from the seam of one sleeve and tight, often worn black pants.  She was not beautiful by any stretch of the imagination with deep furrows in her forehead and a large mole on her check and a slight shadow of chin hairs BUT she talked to everyone.  A handicapped lady in a wheelchair entered the train and this less than glamorous gal chatted away with her, I heard them laughing over something again and again and soon in a seats a few rows away another girl began talking with them and laughing also.  Soon some of the men joined in.  Hubby and I were further down toward the middle of the train and just sat and watched her interact with everyone.  She made me happy just to hear how everyone around her was having a good time.
  I had a theory once that less beautiful people have to develop their personalities while beautiful people did not.  I haven't disproved my theory yet.