Subway Samaritan? Not me.

Question. When you see someone on the street or the subway with their tag sticking out or toilet paper stuck to their shoe, do you tell them? Is it a violation of the New York City stranger on the street code? We generally like to keep to ourselves.

On the subway this morning I saw a very put together girl chatting with a Bluetooth sporting silver fox who I assumed was a co-worker. Or maybe I witnessed a slightly awkward post-coital train ride to work. She was wearing an uber fashionable, very now yet also 1960’s dress à la Joan Holloway. It was gray, fitted, and sinched with a wide belt. Dangling from the capped sleeve of this chic frock was the little black satin loop that secures it to the hanger.

I had an uncontrollable urge to point it out to her as if we were best buddies getting ready for a party together. But I stopped myself because I felt it would be weird. I’d have to remove a single iPod bud from my ear, tap her on the shoulder, interrupt her conversation and politely say “Excuse, me your little hanger loop thingy that no one ever really uses is hanging out.” I decided to keep it to myself.

If this were a Seinfeld episode I probably would have been arrested.