A gang of teenage boys stood in a clump around the subway stairs. As I forced a path through them, one of them said, ‘Look out, Miss!’ and I stopped short instinctively. ‘Watch out for that dried water there!’ he said, pointing at a wet patch of sidewalk, and they all giggled.
At the 5th Ave. station, a woman handed out fliers at the top of the escalator. ‘Breakfast sandwich, only $3.99. Breakfast sandwich, only– Excuse me, Miss! Are you gonna pick that up!?!’ Every woman under 40 (including me) stopped short and wheeled around to see what they had dropped, and the entire throng of commuters staggered back a step.
