The woman at the grocery store, with the oodles of Snack Wells, cases of Diet Coke and umpteen Kleenex boxes.
The super-chatty guy on that cross-Atlantic flight, who insists on sneaking your salt packet before every meal.
The little-bitty old couple who amble through town, squinting through the windshield, braking at imaginary objects on the way to Ralph's.
They've all got it: a passion.
A zest for something real, imaginary or dreamed-up. A convinction, dedication, or un-wavering desire revolving around that which they know and love and believe.
Treasure it. Embrace it. And try to remember that when you're stuck on the 405, crawling through a parking garage, or questioning who people are.
They're just like you and me. Only with differently intriguing twists.