Seriously, I don't know how you made it off this train with all your digits in tact.
This train is full of people who, having worked a long damned day, and having not eaten anything in several hours (most likely), are rushing home to have their dinner. These people are tired. These people are hungry. And now these people have to listen to you chomp and smack your deliciously smelling fried chicken.
Many of these people could not take their eyes off of you, licking their lips as you licked your fingers. Your terrible table manners aside, people could simply not stop watching you.
The digestive rumblings echoed throughout the car, predatory eyes seeking out the source of that smell. The woman sitting next to you actually had to plug her nose, not, I believe, because it smelled bad, but because she was trying desperately to stop herself from leaning over and taking a bite - if she got some finger, she wouldn't have noticed.
I was two rows away and had to pump the volume on my iPod up as high as I could stand it, as though the sheer volume could cut out the smell.
One guy got up and stood by the door, like he had gotten in trouble and had to wear the dunce cap, just to escape the aroma.
And all the while, you, guy, you were loving every single bite. Loudly.
I wonder how many people got off that train and ran straight to a KFC or a Popeye's for a quick fix? How many people were texting home to say "scrap dinner, we're going out for chicken!"
On the one hand, I would say "thank you!" as your yummy smelling chicken possibly inspired many moments spontaneity tonight.
On the other hand, it was a really, really long train ride.
So, to the guy on the train chowing down on the aromatic fried chicken during the 6:00pm rush hour train... next time, bring enough for everyone!
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