Some guy gets on my train this morning, sits down and--I'm not making this up--pulls out a battery-operated TV and turns the thing on, loud. He extends the rabbit ears and settles back with the TV in his lap and it's clear that this Nobel laureate thinks he's in his living room rather than on a commuter train where hardworking people are trying to nap. And he doesn't have the decency to use headphones--no, he's blasting the static-scarred Jerry [expletive deleted] Springer Show.
The fellow in front of me, clearly in touch with his feelings, says through clenched teeth, "Could you...