Today, on the platform for the Brooklyn-bound A/C (which is, super confusingly, the same platform as the Bronx-bound A/C at the Fulton Street stop, resulting in one or two trains taken in the wrong direction, which is really a problem since the next stop after Fulton is actually in Brooklyn, not just a few blocks further south), I heard a man blaring reggae. I assumed, quite reasonably, that he was blaring it from a boom box, a device more or less created for the sole purpose of forcing others in crowded metropolitan settings to listen to your music. But instead, when I looked in his direction, he was holding a Dell laptop, mostly closed, in one hand, like it were a particularly shiny hardcover book.

My thoughts were, in this order:
1) His laptop is totally going to break or get really dirty as a result of this
2) What has this world come to?
3) Wow, I wonder what model that is -- his speakers are way better than mine