Those Brooklyn barbers took too much off. They never listen. Albert Einstein rides the sub-way feeling grumpy. He stands like always. There're never any seats. There's a girl opposite and he looks at her but tries not to stare. She's just standing there, bolt upright, and when the train moves, lurches even, she doesn't seem to have any visible means of support. She just stays there planted to the spot. He marvels for a moment and then it dawns on him that the laws of physics are the same for all observers in uniform motion relative to one another. E equals mc squared he thinks to himself. Energy equals muscle control squared. That's it he thinks. His hair will grow back and he'll probably change his barber.
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