Dateline: New York
(Dulcet tones of auto announcer in subway car) "This is the end of the line. All passengers must exit the train"
Disoriented woman looks up from novel, befuddled: WTF??? Where am I?
Impatient MTA conducter: Hey lady, get off the fucking train!
DW: Where am I?
MTA: Coney Island! Last stop. Get off the train.
DW (looking down at novel): But, but, I meant to get off at West 4th! In the 212! This! This is the 718, and damn near the 516!!
MTA: Lady, get OFF the train, it's the end of the line. This isn't West 4th Street. This is Coney Island.
DW: Oh my dear dog, I totally lost track of time.
MTA: Lady, I don't care, get off the train!
DW: wait wait, I'm on page 276, I'm almost done, I just need to finish....
MTA: Lady, I'm calling a cop if you don't get off the train this second.
DW: Look bub, if you had an ounce of brains, you'd realize that once I'm DONE with this book I don't need it any more, and I could give it to YOU to read.
MTA (looking skeptical) : What are you reading? Is it any good?
MTA: Madam, please be seated. Can I get you a beverage?