In a comment on Rachel's blog I saw the discussion about "eating in the street".
Angrily I stare at a small dark spot on my beautiful cherry-red coat ("With it you brighten up a grey winter day, love", people tell me). Yes: Someone in the underground slurped her silly coffee-to-go - swoosh - -- sprinkle - she didn't even notice.
Of course it is forbidden to drink/eat on public transport - but: WHO cares?
I remember Fräulein Dr. M., our elegant English teacher, who told us that it is indecent for a girl to lick on an icecream-cone in public - we stared at her, and (even more sensational than the archaic and long-forgotten word "indecent") : we did not understand why!
"Blessed are the poor in -- err -- wordly knowledge-- when they are only eleven years old... "