Eating a burger, inhaling fries, and siphoning Coke is no easy feat when the old man across the aisle is staring. Self-consciousness kicks in, but how can I be expected to put down my half-finished meal and wait for it to cool, grease congealing, starch hardening. Plus, I'm hungry, very hungry. Maybe they don't allow eating on trains? I think it'll be alright, look, that idiot in the other car is scarfing down a kebab and nobody's saying shit. I'll be alright, I'll be alright.
The night isn't a complete loss - I met three lesbians, two Indians, a friend, and a cougar. It feels like an accomplishment.
The night isn't a complete loss - I met three lesbians, two Indians, a friend, and a cougar. It feels like an accomplishment.
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