Pizza and Barf!

So the other day I broke one of my main public transit rules, never use the bathroon at Union Station. I managed to get in and pee without touching anything, but I caught a whiff of something funky when approaching the sinks to wash up. The split second that it took my brain to process the the smell data my nose was detecting seeemed to last forever. Then I got visual confirmation - someone barfed in the sink. I shouldn't be surprised. People are disgusting animals, and the Union Station men's room is the ground zero of gross. Should have know better. Somehow, I have a feeling that barf in the bathroom is a daily occurrence there.

On another note, I wathced some douchebag get on the train with a full-size box of pizza - I'm talking an extra large, not some personal pizza. I thought it was hilarious when he opened it up and started chowing down. My first impression was that he was bringing home dinner for his family, but he was clearly a frat-boy who lives in the burbs and wanted to have leftovers for breakfast the next day. That's cool and all, but do you have to subject everyone on the train to your pizza party of one?