Yesterday I got on the train back home and was extremely tried. I leaned on my bag and my eyes were half closed as the train rolled into the next station. I was soon very wide awake when a gentleman got on with food. The waft into my nostrils were like smelling salts. Added to that he kept making noises like he was about to throw up.
It was a long way to the next stop (which was the station I was departing at) but I stood up anyway, the potential of the man being sick was too high. And there was the smell of the food which was making me feel as ill as he looked.
It made me think of what I hated most about public transport at night and increasingly in the day. It’s not the drunk people that decide to sing, engage in aimless chatter that they think is hilarious, or snore loudly. No, my qualm is the food that literally stinks the entire carriage.
I have never been a great fan of pasties but the train has taught me that I actually despise them. Who knew that meat wrapped in baked flour could smell so awful. But people love them and people love them at night.
Now I have no idea if this is because pastie places are usually the last place opened (though I expect that this is the case) or if it is the perfect accompaniment to drink? Either way their very presence leaves a lasting bad impression. Greater still is when the smells of two differently filled pasties combine together to create a super smell.
But it is not just pasties. They are not alone in the powerful food scents which continue to attack. I have been on trains with take away aromas from outlets based on cuisines of the world. Even McDonalds doesn’t escape from my wrath of complaints. The whiff which I usually find inviting (especially since I stopped eating it some time ago) takes on a whole different element when it comes aboard to visit.
The smell +
I should note that it is not always about the smell. When it is day time, most of the time at least, you can guarantee that the person is eating their food in a civilised manner. But at night it all changes. Those people that eat nicely are replaced by those who, for example, throw that gherkin that they have always hated out of the burger and onto the table. Not only this but they find it super funny and do it loudly, explaining their action to everyone. And, if they are really on a roll they will try to form a consensus with others about the hate of the gherkin.
I get hunger but my gosh I also get on the train.
People will always be hungry after a night out. But it is different when you haven’t got a long journey home or you eat before your begin. So going out for a kebab, a cheeky Nandos (if you are not so drunk and it is not so late), or McDonalds or Burger King, if you want something fast and effective that is not going to make your breath reek come morning, is perfectly fine by all around.
However whilst in the open air or jumping into a cab, these food choices have little effect on anyone but the people around them that are most probably engaged with similar food pursuits. But when on a train or bus at night, or in the day, people should spare a thought to those who are not drinking but have to endure the over powering stench that their hot food produces.