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Subways, trains–same same. Yesterday, a family of a mom and two grown up children sat across from me. Out came the snacks. I notice that I am past the point of finding these foods interesting and am now mostly grossed out. “Please don’t let it be a package of chicken feet,” I think to myself. It’s not but it’s something unidentifiable from where I sit. I can tell that it is very dark and chewy and might be some sort of dried fruit, so I go with that. I look away and try to enjoy the scenery before the subway dives down below ground. Alas, these three are smackers, ie open-mouth chewers who like to smack their lips with great regularity. Because there are many vacant seats, I drag my suitcase to the next car and sit again. One is not always so fortunate.
As we move closer in to…
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