On the 8, between guy-with-train-conductor-hat and girl-from-Hairspray.
Waiting for the 140 on a bench with a gal absorbed in a book about dog whispering and a gal eating a parfait.
I sat down in the middle of an interesting conversation between two old men:
"In my day, we used to sniff it."
"In my day, we'd put it on a sandwich with peanut butter and eat it."