Chief Wiggum on the train Hi everyone, I'm new, long-time lurker who decided it was time to make an account. Recently I caught an interstate train. These trains have a buffet car that sells hot meals, sandwiches, drinks, and the usual shit snacks. Passengers are expected to serve themselves.  On my return trip, I sat behind a butter behemoth. Think Chief Wiggum but taller. You could only tell it was male from its voice. At some point it got up, waddled off and eventually returned. I was surprised it hadn't come back with a tray full of beetus from the buffet car. Lo and behold, some minutes later the train attendant materialised with said beetus tray for Chief Piggum, who proceeded to crunch, slurp and oink its way through sausage rolls, chocolate bars and a sugary drink. When it was finished, it didn't get up to take its wrappers to the bin, it called the attendant to take its rubbish. If I were the attendant, I'd have been pissed at having to play waiter for one lazy person with a self-inflicted problem. Compare that to the little old lady I sat next to, who went and got her own sandwich. Fats. They think the world revolves around them.