The Power of a Sandwich

It has been a long time since I've written anything on here. It isn't for lack of something to say, just time to sit and write. I saw something today that needed to be addressed. No one may read a word of what I have to say, but I have to say it.

I get on the subway at the second station from the beginning of the line. There are usually plenty of seats. This morning I got a seat as usual. A few yards away from me there was this old man pretending to be asleep or at least very quickly knocked out. Next to him sat a plastic-wrapped sandwich. There were plenty of seats, so no one sat on or asked him to move his sandwich. At the next stop, all of the empty seats filled up except for the one with the sandwich on it. People looked at it and walked on. Some stared at it as they held onto the strap, but no one said anything to the man. It took all of my strength to not go up and knock that damn sandwich off the seat. It's so funny because so many people around here will drive your ass off the road just to get an inch ahead of you, but won't open up their mouth to make you move a sandwich. I've seen it before. People will have a newspaper on the seat next to them and no one will say a word to ask them to move it. I think I'll give it a try tomorrow as a social experiment.
My child is asking to be fed. I guess I'd better give her something soon.