My adventure in saying something to a stranger where I would normally not

So I walked into the subway.
There was this guy past the turnstiles with red hair and a beard.
A short beard, very short.
Reddish orange, the beard.
His red hair was down to his chin or so. Kind of curly, I think.

Well, it was just really cool. He rocked his red hair.

He stood

(leaned?)

against one of the columns

in the middle of the Grand Central subway stop.

I took note-

-he had a bag that could have been luggage-

-maybe not, but what was he waiting there for?-

and passed by

almost got to the place where I would go down the stairs

thought for a bit

looked back at him

thought for a bit

then turned around, went up to him

said "Excuse me,

I just wanted to say that I  

appreciate your hair.

Have a good evening."

And he said

"Thank you"

in an pleasant smiled manner

(and an akin-to-British accent).

(Then I noticed that he was well-dressed and the accent made sense.)

And I skedaddled off and

went down the stairs.

I might have looked back once, I forget.

That was my adventure in saying something to a stranger where I would normally not.