“I’m looking at a picture of a market in Marrakesh with plucked chickens hanging
with oregano around their necks. No, really, oregano.”
[Spoken in full voice by the guy next to me on the train this evening, as he surfed the internet and talked to his wife on his cellphone. After this, he went into a 10 minute tirade about how their daughter ruined the serpentine belt on the tractor mower.]