The Times' Metropolitan Diary offers two financial crisis-related anecdotes today. First, there's one about a stockbroker on a subway car ("He seemed sort of agitated and couldn’t seem to stand in one place") who arouses NYC-style sympathy from a fellow passenger. And then there's this short and sweet missive from Carol Weston: "Dear Diary: Overheard on Broadway and 90th, in a conversation between two boys: 'I’m really worried about my bar mitzvah money because it was all put in stock.'" Related: A month ago, a Metropolitan Diary reader sent in their experience with the "You Broke My Glasses Scam."





Oh, the Metropolitan Diary is so adorable! It's SO fun to see how rich people deal with the little foibles of their lives!
no, but the woman's response to the wall street jackass was good.
AWAKE TO OPPORTUNITY
My psychic warned me months ago
That stocks were due for slumps
So I sold them all and purchased gold
On her assurance it trumps.
I went and sewed the golden bars
Into my mattress in clumps;
I should be sleeping happily--
But who can sleep on lumps?