The scene: The "F" train of the subway line in New York City.

I was commuting from the Borough of Queens to my job in Manhattan.
I'd finished reading the morning paper and was saving it to bring
to friends on the job. 

You might ask, "And just how is it you save a newspaper on the
subway?"

Well, you sit on it. 

Just then, a new commuter came in, saw the newspaper under my
rear and asked the second most stupid question I've ever heard
(someday I may tell of the first), "Are you reading that paper?"

I stood up, turned the page, sat down on the paper and answered,
"Yes."