The couple next to me discusses the future of a bag of sunflower seeds. Perhaps they should leave it behind. Or maybe he should hold it until they get there. Put it in this bag. Each possible solution was shot down, one by one, until he finally came up with the winning idea.
"I know, I'll wrap it in my shirt until we get outside."
He removes his shirt, wraps the bag of seeds in it, puts the bundle in a brown paper bag, and stows it under his seat. Contented, his partner offers no more resistance; this is apparently what she was searching for but could not verbalize. They ride in relative silence (and partial nudity) until I exit the train.
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