On a crowded rush-hour IRT local, I said to this woman, “You’re going to hurt someone with that thing,” pointing to the six-inch hatpin with a sharp tip protruding at eye-level from her hat.
“I’ve been told that several times today,” she said with a bright smile. “It’s an antique.” And she went back to reading her tourist map.
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