I'm a lasagna boy!

An admonition to eat, rather than throw, the veg

A Caltrain anecdote from some months ago -- probably mid-winter, when daylight was sparse --

Caltrain 246
depart SF 8.37

at Hayward Park, a disheveled young man arrived on the platform at the same time as the train. He hurried to buy a ticket, stabbing at the buttons, but heard the train doors closed and turned to the conductor with a plea. The conductor shook his head and the train pulled away. The young man spat at the departing train; he wheeled and threw his lunch bag against the ground with such force that vegetables went flying everywhere.