Every once in a while (more often than really is appropriate, but not what you could call frequently), I look up from what I’m reading in the subway to discover that I’ve missed my stop. Sometimes I’ve even missed two stops.
Anyway, as I rolled into Times Square on the downtown 1 train Monday morning (I was supposed to get off at 50th Street), it occurred to me that I ought to give public praise to the reading material engrossing enough to make me forget I was on the subway.
And so the first winner of the It Made Me Miss My Subway Stop award is …
in particular Chapter 3, about the history of HMOs and the mean things some HMO did to a nice couple in suburban Austin.