I swear I never do this. Never have before, probably never will again. It's so lame, right? But I can't help myself.
To the redhead reading the Irish novel just now on the Brooklyn-bound B train (Oct. 10th, between 3:00 and 4:00), the guy in the brown fake leather jacket with the Target bag would love to know, in the following order:
1) How you're enjoying that novel, and
2) Like, literally every single other thing about you.
Reply with the title or author of the book you were reading...