I bought a new phone today, and because I forgot to download Tetris onto it before I got on the subway, I had to keep myself busy by reading the manual. At the 6th Avenue stop a woman boarded, sat down next to me, and took out a book of her own. A minute later looked over at me, saw what I was reading, and asked me rather smugly if I was enjoying my book. “It’s actually quite good,” I responded with a smug tone of my own, “It was written by Kurt Vonnegut.” She smiled politely, as if she hadn’t heard what I’d said, and turned back to her own book. Three seconds later she turned back to me quickly, scowled, and said, “Wait, no it wasn’t!