Last month, someone in the seat behind me whipped out a Subway sandwich a few minutes after takeoff. Since apparently hardly anyone here frequents, nay, ever sets foot in such plebeian establishments, I should explain that a Subway shop and the food served therein have a very distinct scent.
That smell is not entirely objectionable but did affect me somewhat, although only because of its timing. I wish they had waited until meal service. I can, however, see how someone of more refined taste and higher class, manifested clearly and perhaps solely by their boarding group number, would be rightfully and righteously horrified by such scandalous behaviour.
I mean, what is this world coming to? Right? Right?!?!