He stands up in the little corner nook that has a ledge and a window looking out down through the car, and he sets up a sandwich and eats that and kettle chips, frequently with his mouth open.
When he finishes, he slumps back against the wall behind him, and (loud) music blasts out through his ear buds.
When he leaves, I notice something off with the corner of his eyes, like he's developmentally disabled or his mom drank too much when he was a baby or both.
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