Who was reading: An ambitious-looking fellow in his early-to-mid twenties. He was positioned rather awkwardly in the middle seat, with his elbows tucked in politely.
But that’s not what the free market’s all about! It’s about elbowing your way to the top one bruised seat partner at a time. It’s about crushing the competition beneath the heel of a shoe that cost more than your classmates still owe in student loans. Heck, what was this guy even doing on the subway?
If I were him… I’d commute to work in a Zeppelin made of Fabergé eggs and powered by endangered flying squirrels.