A guy wearing black-rimmed glasses was reading a pamphlet with the words "Holy God" on the subway. Clearly he'd been handed the pamphlet on the street, and was sharing the pamphlet's quirky wisdom with his friend, who was wearing a pinstripe shirt with "23" on the back.
As the subway made its stop, the friend noticed the street number: "Wait, 42nd street? Is this...?"
"We're going south," I said.
"We're on the wrong train," he said. Then he added, "Thanks."