I went out, I thought, to the newsstand, bought the papers, came back to the turnstile, and prepared to put my token in the slot. I dropped the token on the ground. A young lady, in jeans and a tee shirt, approached, picked up my token, and handed it to me. She looked as though she were about to ask me something. I smiled. She took my wrist and put handcuffs on it. I looked around.
