The Q train was just pulling away from the station so I hopped on the R when it came so I could get back to work in time for my refdesk shift. I figured the local couldn’t really take that much longer, right? Wrong. Took forever, winding around lower Manhattan. Never again. I ate my salad on the train. Sure didn’t need more oil than that, but probably less lemon, and next time I’d dry my fruit better. I forgot nuts. It’s better with nuts. Now we’re all out of kale.