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So a street kid of 28 or 29 was riding here, sitting with a box of Hershey's chocolates, presumably selling them for whatever cause. He was holding a Starbucks hot chocolate between his knees as he adjusted his big backpack bundle of belongings, and smooshed the cup spilling 16 ounces of cocoa down his leg, and onto the floor. The channeled rubber floor just drained it down the length of the train; sticky for everyone.

He stood up embarrassed and tried to mop up the spill with some of his candy order sheets. We apparently reached his stop, because before he got off he said, "if any of you are going to the suburbs, please warn them of my spill."

This is a half-hearted play at immortality if I ever saw one.

As another guy departed the train he complimented my cane telling me it was a, "very nice bit of blackthorne you have there."

I said thank you. Just because I occasionally need to carry one, doesn't mean I can't be fashionable.