I usually don’t post daily observations (it’s not that type of blog), but this struck me as humorous. I was in the metro (subway) today. There were many people waiting for the northbound train. Along comes a guy, looking slightly disheveled, chewing and walking and reading an opened wrapper of a candy bar (the candy bar was about half gone, from what I could tell). He seemed to be intently and intensively reading the ingredients of the candy bar. Presumably, half of it was in his mouth, down the espohagus, or already in the stomach.
I thought, “Now? Is now the appropriate time for inquiry? Is now the time for reading about what you just ate?”
Must be a Polack thing.
I’d like to take this opportunity to defend the smelly vagrant.
How many times are you sitting at your morning breakfast table casually reading the contents of the cereal box just because it was there? Perhaps the scruffy medicant left his book of Krasicki poetry at home and decided the reading would be his wrapper. Maybe he enjoyed the candy bar so much he wished to write a long letter to express his gratitude for the tasty morsel.
Or maybe the man was just out of his gourd and he was translating what the Great Overlord Krepel of the 12th Dimension wished of him.
I don’t know if he was smelly, or a “vagrant,” but the point is well-taken.