Today on "As the Subway Door Closes" Saw a guy eating a tomato and cucumber on the train like an apple and candy bar. Ate the skin on the cucumber and all. It was not a pickle. Then a crazy lady next to him sneezed like she was having a seizure and doing a Howard Dean impression at the same time. She even asked the tomato eater why he didn't say "Bless you." I don't care what happens on the train, you aren't obligated to talk to anyone. Don't even dream of getting a "Bless you." Especially not from a guy who treats a vegetable garden as if it were a box of Rice Krispie treats.