O. and I waited until we were ensconced on a Wakefield-241st Street bound 2 train before breaking into our lunches from home. I ate my lentils and read a running magazine while O. ate his PB&J and stared at the electronic train service map. Do you want your second sandwich? I asked after he swallowed the first in record time. When we get to the Bronx. And that is exactly what happened.