So much for the spirit of 9/11

After crossing the bridge on the Q train this morning and gazing respectfully over lower Manhattan, my reverie was interrupted by two men getting into a physical fight. One, sitting by the door, accused the other, standing against the door, of “sitting” on him. A pushing and shouting match ensued, wherein they both acted like 5-year-olds, but 5-year-olds where you worry one of them might pull a knife or throw a strong punch. Neither of those things happened, but it prompted the whole train to go quiet to assess the situation before several women from around the car, including me, yelled at them to knock it off.

Ah, New York…