My favorite thing to see on the subway is businessmen acting like wee, brain-damaged children. Like our friend, here. He's dressed to the nines, immaculately groomed, reading his li'l magazine, taking up 6 seats with his massive balls, and knuckle deep on a booger hunt. WINNER! I was waiting for the 6 to take an unexpected jolt resulting in his improvised lobotomy (oops!) but that didn't happen. Not pictured: the woman sitting next to me who stared at that guy for a good 8 stops (yes! you CAN pick your nose for 8 consecutive stops), slowly shaking her head. Subway magic.