Peanut butter… jar… fingers

I ride the 53 each morning from Minneapolis to Saint Paul. I’ve seen people eat breakfast on the bus – a granola bar here, a Starbucks scone there. The woman sitting next to me this morning made a rather interesting – and pungent – breakfast choice: peanut butter. She proceeded to remove an entire jar of Skippy from her handbag and eat it. From the jar. With her fingers. Meditate on that for a second, okay? Peanut butter … jar … fingers. (Good luck with that Adkins diet, lady.)

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