I believe I am more polite than most of my fellow Torontonians when it comes to the subway. I stand well back from the doors, giving departing passengers a clear path as much space as I can offer, like a page turner beside a concert pianist. I can’t stand the thought of blocking someone’s rightful exit, forcing them to navigate around a body that should never have been in their way. It feels almost sacred, like waiting for the exact right moment in a tune to take your solo. No barging in, no stepping on anyone else’s line – just holding the silence until it’s your turn.