It was another hot and moist day in Singapore. Not that our hero (let's call him Moshe) could feel it much in the underground confines of the air-conditioned train station he was at.
It was way past the hero's lunch time, and his stomach signaled in protest. Shortly thereafter a hand slipped into the BreadTalk plastic bag, where an oily cheese bread was waiting. A bite was taken, forcing our hero to let a satisfied purr out.
The station's PA went on before the bite had a chance to go down the throat. "You are requested not to eat at the station". Our hero looks around, puzzled; the sandwich goes back in the bag.