Scenes from a Commute – Finger Licking Good
I HAVE been lazy as of late, and I have not made time to write up my experiences on the train. In some cases, my eyes have been become heavy and I nearly wandered into to “sleeper” territory (but not quite, and definitely no pillows).
Last night, however presented my first sighting of dinner on the train. I had always wondered if eating on the train was acceptable. Now I know that it easy, but probably done best with quiet, not very messy foods.
I queued up (well, Americans don’t queue, we mob), and got on the train. I saw open three seater where the window rider was reading a newspaper and flopped down. It was not until I sat down that I noticed that he a Whole Foods bag under his arm and a chicken leg in his head that he proceeded to gnaw and slurp while he read the paper. He appeared to not make a mess and left the newspaper without any grease spots on it. Still kind of disturbing choice of foods. It felt “too” intimate for the train.
Today I brought some Milk Duds on and ate them. Nobody seemed to mind.
