This morning I saw a woman coax her child into ducking under the turnstile in the subway station. Maybe kids are supposed to scoot under the bar, but it looked pretty suspicious to me. As usual, no one but me even seemed to notice. If I want to avoid looking like a bumpkin, I’m going to have to learn how to stop making facial expressions.
Also, when I was on the train, I heard someone puking, but every time I looked up, everyone was reading their paper or sleeping or nodding along with their iTunes. So I’d go back to spacing out, and then I’d hear the puking again. Maybe it was the conductor.