Destined to join the Occupy Wall Street crowd

A young man traveling on Metro North railroad was wearing black dress shoes with laces as he sat across the aisle from me early one afternoon. I noticed this because he put his feet on the seat cushion facing him. He took out his cell phone and called a friend to ask, “Wanna get some food?”

A female conductor came by to take my ticket and I wanted to ask, sarcastically, whether it would be okay to put my feet on the seat facing me like the young man was doing. But I didn’t. And the conductor said nothing to the young man, who continued his cell phone conversation, speaking loud enough for me to hear, “I’m not home, dude. I was in the city. I had like interviews and shit.”

Now, that’s a young man who will soon be joining the Occupy Wall Street crowd when he doesn’t get hired.