

One of the first times I took the path train (it’s a light rail in NJ/NYC. Basically another subway line). I sit down, and an older guy in a suit sits down next to me. He’s got like a box in a plastic bag in his lap. No big deal.
This was in like 2002. He didn’t have a cell phone or earphones. Just sitting quietly, waiting for the train to leave.
He started to giggle. Little chuckles. And then escalated to full laughs. It rises and rises until he’s like cackling. And then he calms down, reverses all the way through giggles and back to silence. Never said a word.
I don’t know what was in the box. I didn’t ask. I assume he just got away with a killer heist.

I saw her give a talk once. Someone asked her about the environment or climate change, and she said something like “There’s like 100 people responsible for most of the problem, and we know where they live.”
The crowd loved this answer. The guy moderating the event made nervous noises.