A tall, not-unattractive chick in military surplus pants just sat across from me on the train, and almost immediately out of nowhere asked me if butterflies were vertebrates. I don't know if I look like a biologist, or if she saw my copy of "Revolution in Science", or if someone with this sort of laptop just looks like he would know the answer to that question, but she seemed to accept my answer of no, and then offered no further explanation or engaged me in any further conversation. I was too stunned and befuddled to inquire any further regarding her seemingly urgent need for this piece of information.
At the next stop, some people got off and she moved to a less crowded row...
I guess I'll never know the whole story of the Butterfly Girl. I think she may have been stoned.
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