I was heading home from a wonderful day on the High Line. The weather had been perfect and now as the sun set over the Hudson, and the breeze was blowing, I waited for the M14 bus to take me home. After about twenty minutes it finally arrived. I was with my wife and thirteen-month-old who, at this point, was asleep in her stroller. The driver requested that I take her out before we boarded. I explained the situation, attempting to appeal to his sense of humanity, but it didn’t seem to matter – rules were rules. This did not please me.
