Columbia University and Its Subway: An Interesting Dichotomy, Indeed...Indeed

When getting off at the 116 & Broadway stop, on the 1 train, I noticed across the tracks on the southbound side a man playing--like drums--what appeared to be overturned plastic spackle buckets; he was pretty good, hum. However, when entering the historic epithet for intellect that is Columbia University, I witnessed a girl standing in the middle of campus' brilliantly manicured grounds playing the violin. Now, it was about 30 degrees F outside, give or take, so what was this bitch thinking? "Hum, seems like a night for violin playing. Don't you think (to other overeducated assweed in her dorm room)?" "Should I get your jacket?" the other overeducated assweed asks. "No need." The music was great. I'd loved to have stuck around longer, but it was FUCKING FREEZING OUTSIDE!
The homeless guy--beating his way hopefully to a decent meal, or at least a fucking bottle to keep himself warm when he has to sleep in the violin bitches practice room--I could've listened to forever; and in the warmth of the subway, even shed a dollar or two into his metal container. At least, he had the sense to stay inside!