Look. We all eat. I know we get hungry. But when you are on a train with many people, it's your responsibility to have food that doesn't permeate every cubic foot of air in a 70 foot-long conveyance. You, you stupid girl, and your garlicky yakisoba noodles are pungently sweet. They smell tragic to me and the rest of the people riding with you. I can smell it at at other end of the fucking train. You are rude in ways that are defined by Merriam-Webster.
Also, guy on the cell phone who just discovered the technology: No one wants to hear your conversation. Hang up. The tunnel is coming thankfully. Dick. Your, "sweetie," can wait until you are off the train. Stop.
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