Today I was taking the train on my way back from work, and I decided to enjoy an absolutely delicious bar of chocolate. My enjoyment didn’t last long.
As I take my first bite, the woman next to me sighs and clicks her tongue disapprovingly. Not thinking much of it, I take another bite. Another ‘Tsk’. I look at her sideways as I take my next bite. She clicks her tongue, pulls her face and rolls her eyes at me.

I look at the chocolate, so delicious a minute ago, and feel deeply ashamed. My first instinct is to put it away. Something in me rebels at that though and, recalcitrant as I am, I take another bite instead.
She tsks again, making her disapproval very known. This time I’m expecting it. It still hurts. I turn towards her and raise an eyebrow in question. She gives me a raised eyebrow in return, looks me up and down meaningfully and asks, in the most sickening sweet voice: “Enjoying your treat?”
I was flabbergasted. I was deeply ashamed. I was disgusted.
I looked her square in the face and took another bite, hummmed happily, and went back to my phone.
I ate the whole damn chocolate bar, even though I’d stopped enjoying it somewhere around that third bite. I honestly couldn’t think of anything else to do.
Now, an hour later, safely at home, I still can’t quite shake off the shame and disgust. Anger is trying to break through, but it’s not quite working. Why, woman on the train? Why the FUCK would you do something like that?