I was on a train today and saw a woman on the other side of
the aisle lean forward and lick the back of the seat in front of her. It seemed
an odd thing to do and I was naturally moved to wonder whether she’d spotted an
errant fragment of jam or ice cream or something, or did she just like the
taste of plastic? In any event, I made a mental note never to lick the back of
a train seat because you just don’t know who might have licked it before you.
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