On when to remove oneself from a crowded sidewalk, Decisions on dual misery

On when to remove oneself from a crowded sidewalk

Decisions on dual misery

Better to be on bicycle, freezing cold and shivering? Or on a bus, crammed with people, which stops every ten feet to pick more people up?

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