Eating food on public transportation is at the least discourteous and at the extreme is gross and sometimes sick-making, yes? I try not to do it, though, mea culpa, sure I’ve had a surreptitious nibble of a scone or crammed some potato chips in my face. I guess, with everything, there are degrees of violation. Not that I want someone sitting next to me on a cramped rush hour train car scarfing down kimchi. Or chocolate, even.
Enter Trainpigs.com. (Weirdly it is not a fetish site for locomotive enthusiasts.) (Someone should’ve really snapped up that URL earlier.) It is one of these now fashionable single-serve sites that wherein readers submit photos of subway riders engaged in the act of eating, and these photos are then captioned with the likes of “What a vile disgusting creature!” Though LOL at this: “You are in a confined space. Nobody else has access to food. Ever think that the human next to you might be hungry? People have killed for chicken wings in NYC….You think you’re safe with your EGG FOO YUN on the L??”
I guess the question is: Why bother? People do many a thing others perceive as vile. Like clipping their toenails. I am not going to start a blog about it. (I am so going to start a blog about that! Look at That Fucking Nail Clipper?)
Unlike taking a cell phone picture of someone engaged in sexual harassment, which is a deterrent, this site doesn’t do much to curb the offense. Or make people safe from errant crumbs or salad dressing splatter. Like that People of Wal-Mart site, it is less a is less a polite corrective than an online pillory. But, whatever, I guess. If it makes you happy…
Just make sure you’re not one of those people who clips their nails, or shoots boogers out their nostril, or sits with their legs splayed as to take up three seats, or stands in front of the door when people are trying to get off, or doesn’t offer a seat to an elderly or pregnant person, or blocks the pole with their bicycle, or pukes on the floor, or blasts your music so loud everyone can hearing even though you are wearing headphones, or falls asleep on your fellow passenger, or reads over someone’s shoulder, or applies make-up or deodorant, or paints your nails, or happens to be homeless, or has the gall to die while on the train. Then won’t we all happily co-exist in our mass transit utopia.
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