There are so many this-or-that ways to categorize human beings: tall or short, quiet or loud, upbeat or down trodden etc. There are the more judgmental categories as best illustrated in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, a good egg or a bad egg. There are the folks who use the world as their private office to divulge personal issues on their cell phone. Some people will always be courteous and hold open doors for strangers and there are those who just don’t do that. On the subway yesterday, I noticed a woman who fell into one of my very favorite categories. There are those who will ride on the train during rush hour and plaster on their face with make-up and those who are horrified at the very thought of transforming a subway into one’s bathroom.