How happy is this couple? Are they four subway seats worth of happy? Is anyone? The issue is not that the train is crowded, it's that such a flagrant display of quiet contentedness is just a little grating. A tipster who took the invidious photo says:

"I saw this jubilant couple on the L train [around 9:30 p.m.] heading toward Williamsburg from 1st ave. I don’t know, do what you want with this, we’re all going to die alone anyway."

Let's assume the entire lifespan of their relationship is limited to the subway: By the time they reach Lorimer, they will have had their first fight about how heavy his fat head is on her lap. By Grand, they will be glaring at each other from opposite sides of the train car. By Morgan, they will have reunited briefly to share a sandwich they found at the bottom of the Macy's bag. Did he take more than half the sandwich? But his head is already so heavy! By Jefferson Street they've split for good—he theatrically throws open the doors and shouts "I could have loved you until Bushwick Avenue/Aberdeen Street," before tearfully disappearing into the night/next car.

By Halsey Street, another man has taken his place—a man who will offer to carry the Macy's bag, and occasionally let her head loll upon his lap. See? It all works out in the end.