Shame Train

I'm feeling very Euro this week, as I'm taking the train in to the
city. Plus I'm wearing a beret. Trains are so Euro. Once, while on an
actual Euro train, I watched a man smoke six cigarettes in a row,
lighting the next one with the still burning remnants of the last. I
guess if my country had been host to two World Wars, gum wouldn't cut
it for me either.