It's coming to New York this summer. Hannah Miet groans:
Cell phone reception was bad enough, but this is the last straw. We are being denied the basic liberty to pretend we did not receive an email on off-hours. We have lost the freedom to guzzle coffee, scan the tabloids and have wordless existential meltdowns as we travel to the places where we pretend to be competent worker bees. The subway was for dreamers, drunks, and the halfway-caffeinated masses. The subway was our dirty, mobile, oyster. Now, the world is our office.
Jane-Claire Quigley fears theft:
Commuters will be able to browse Facebook on their bare, sweaty laps while waiting for trains, and those seeking MacBook Airs or whatever else, will have the singular opportunity to swipe these gadgets from slick, clammy thighs.
The Dish 