It is pleasantly busy on the train home. I listen to my favorite music and have a bag of English liquorice standing next to me. Without thinking, I almost eat the bag. Just before I get out, I notice that the man next to me grabs that same bag of licorice and pours the last hand into his mouth. I’m too surprised and don’t say anything. Angry, I throw the bag away. “Thank you,” says the man. I glare at him and get off the train. When I get home, a feeling of guilt creeps into my stomach when I see a full bag of English liquorice at the bottom of my bag.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of September 16, 2022
