Something About Being a Buddha

On my train ride to Church this morning a mother and her children walked up beside me and stared. I gave a polite nod hello and kept reading my book. Soon after the two children came unescorted and stared at me again. I nodded again, and kept reading my book. About 5 minutes the two returned yet again, this time bearing food. They placed an orange and cookie on my lap and ran away. While sometimes I feel like a zoo animal, at other times I feel like some kind of Buddhist statue.