I sat across from the most entertaining kid (maybe five or so) on the 6 train coming from Canal Street. He was drawing on what at first appeared to be a maxi-pad, but shaped all wrong and also distractedly eating a banana with no hands (his Mother more or less periodically shoved it in his face). He only had two expressions, scowling and self-satisfied smugness, and refrained from talking for the entire 40 minute train ride. Around 33rd Street is became apparent that indeed it was not a maxi-pad, but a surgical mask, which he wore like a crown and eventually pulled down over his face to the great amusement of his Father. It was also strange that neither of his parents seemed to be in the medical industry, but as we’ve seen from various Asian tourists, one does not need to be in the field to procure such things.