DEAR MISS MANNERS: I was riding a crowded metro train at rush hour, people tightly packed together, with no chance to move away from a group of eight people who were loudly mocking, berating and laughing at me and other passengers. It became obvious fairly quickly about whom they were speaking, and equally
obvious that they were intending us all to hear. Except to endure the embarrassment as it continued unabated, was there any recourse at all? GENTLE READER: You might say, to the other innocent victims in an equally loud voice, “I do so love street theater, don’t you?” DEAR MISS MANNERS: For various reasons, I’m estranged from my parents and, by extension, so are my husband and children. While
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