Everyday Heroes (Times 2)

One day a few years ago, I was in line to exchange a ticket and board an earlier train from Penn Station back home to Philadelphia. I was trying to balance on one foot while exchanging my work heels for a pair of sneakers, when I saw a familiar face. She was quite a few people ahead of me, wearing a baseball cap (if I remember correctly), and about to make a turn off of the straightaway that I had just stepped into. I knew I knew her, and I knew I was seeing her out of context somehow. But I couldn’t place her.