The invisible pat..

The only thing people share as they travel in public means is pin drop silence in a place filled with each one, a stranger to the other. Am always amused though by people who eat in these spaces. They eat like they are committing a crime, in hiding, at supersonic speed, most times with the mouth one sided and the eyes making quick stares from one corner to the other. 

There's just that something that seems wrong about it and yet again, we have all done it before, in our lifetimes. Maybe its the noisy chewing, maybe its the fact that the person is not sharing with everyone in the automotive, maybe its the distracting squeaks from the packaging of the foods in a place usually so quiet.

Looking at this old kind looking man hurriedly eat up his three big bananas, I realised judging is easy until its your turn, when you need a quick bite before the shivers from hunger come through or when you know where you are heading is so remote, there's no chance to find your standard of decency in their food or even when the work load gives you uncertainty of when the next meal shall be. After this ponder, I quit pointing etiquette fingers to anyone eating in these movers and now give them the invisible pat on the back for knowing where their priorities lie.