When New York subway tokens were brass, the clerks who sold them were faceless mumblers behind bulletproof glass. Then out went the tokens and in came self-service kiosks. Now 600 unseated clerks have become "roving station agents," a less-than-voluntary corps of subterranean official greeters.
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