
The longest smoke break of Nicholas White’s life began at around eleven o’clock on a Friday night in October, 1999.

A private-equity executive I talked to said that he sensed the jig was up when his cleaning woman - “from Nicaragua or El Salvador or wherever the fuck she’s from” - took out a subprime loan to buy a house in Virginia.

People who feel they have smooth, manageable commutes tend to evangelize. Those who hate the commute think of it as a core affliction, like a chronic illness. Once you raise the subject, the testimonies pour out.