5:00 on a Monday commute: Just pulled up to a lady really getting after a sandwich in her car. Clearly it was either stale or tough to chew through as her teeth and grip were in a tug-of-war with each other. Each bite was bigger than the previous. I imagined whom ever invented the machine that crushes cars at the junkyard was inspired by her chewing. At this point I was staring a little too long and she looked over at me in mid chew, pausing with a mouthful of food. Randomly I motioned that she had some of the sandwich ingredients on her face. She whipped her head back examining herself in the rearview mirror. There was nothing there. I drove off and left her and her sandwich at the green light.