One of the only ways to ride the NYC subways is to carve out a bit of space for yourself so you can feel, you know, reasonably human. If you’ve got a place to stand and read your book without someone hanging all over you, you’re set bud. But watch out for the wrong seatmate — you don’t want to be this guy, even though ‘this guy’ was kind of nonchalant about the whole thing. Not me, I’d be thinkging ‘Bedbugs!’ But check out this guy’s cool!
