Before we all jump to conclusions as we MTA Ruff Riders would, let's assess this human's culinary situation. She's pretty well-dressed, which tells me she's probably on her way to a soiree of some sort. Perhaps a potluck that she was forced to attend. Instead of combining a bunch of Lean Cuisines in the microwave, she's decided to class it up a notch and serve something REAL, like Fajitas.
Why hasn't she prepared this at home, you ask? Well, she's got termites. Her kitchen counter--done. Demolished into microscopic termite crumbs right before her eyes. And frankly, she has more pressing matters at hand, like impressing all of her old college friends who are now engaged and/or pregnant with her Fajita game. She decided to stop at the Pier 1 during her lunch break and get herself this fine cutting board off the clearance racks. (Win) She's not about the plastic boards--they're prone to more germs. Yet she ironically preps her vegetables in one of the filthiest places on God's glorious green earth. (You can't win 'em all)
The man to her left, is rather impressed with how equal her onion slices are. He's removed his headphones and has probably muttered something that sounded a lot funnier in his head. The gentleman to her left, however, has clearly lost all faith in humanity after being slapped with the wafting wave of sulfuric acid. This poor man is one slice away from crying real man tears. What can he really say to a woman who's holding a 5" chef's blade on the train? She could be suffering from those crazy things we call hermiones. She didn't choose to get termites. The termites chose her. So, the next time you find yourself slicing onions, remember this poor woman, with her serious multi-tasking skills and unquestionable love for Fajitas.