"I don't want to hear it. That's my right," the woman tells one dancer. "I paid a fare to be here, and I don't want to fucking hear you. That's it." First off, that argument's ridiculous; if some Park Sloper said it about a parade or something, you'd all be rolling your eyes. No one in New York has a right to quiet, especially not on the subway. Secondly, the problem is that she doesn't want to hear it. I'm not always in the mood for breakdancing teenagers, mariachi bands, or the "Hat in the Cat" guy (oof, that guy). But one of the advantages of living in a vibrant city is that it can surprise you. If you let it. Hooray for people trying to entertain us, either for money or to save our souls. Boo for the people saying sit down and be quiet.
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