The scene: The “F” train of the subway line in New York City.
I was commuting from the Borough of Queens to my job in
Manhattan. I’d finished reading the morning paper and was
saving it to bring to friends on the job. How do you save a
newspaper on the subway? You sit on it.
A new commuter came in, saw the newspaper under my rear and
asked the second most stupid question I’ve ever heard (someday
I may tell of the first), “Are you reading that paper?” I stood up,
turned the page, sat down on the paper and answered, “Yes.”