On the Subway: ‘Woiking Goil’

Yesterday on the A train I gallantly resisted the urge to snarl at a phone-addled bimbette who obliviously bounced her ugly bag in my face as I was trying to read. Clearly, my spot in the upper levels of heaven is now duly secured. The incident reminds me of a piece I first wrote about in (Parenthetically Speaking), circa 1994, on the phenomenon of respect … Continue reading On the Subway: ‘Woiking Goil’