remember a few posts back i talked about the guy sitting next to me with a sandwich... the smelly sandwich (i'm hoping it was a smelly sandwich because if not, then it was definitely the guy... yuck.)
anyways...
the kid across from me... probably 14 or 15... he's brought aboard a delicious, warm, sticky, cinnabon in a box, and is wolfing this monster down - like he hasn't eaten in months.
the smell is driving me crazy. i almost want to offer him $2 and rip off a piece.
i wish people wouldn't do that.
bring delicious smelling food on the train, I mean.
and just before dinner.
i accidentally called him a bastard under my breath.
okay, no i didn't. but i wanted to.
