A Thai Curry Soup Train Tragic Saga

This is a thing that happens to me sometimes.
I am in some public space, say an airport, or in this case, a train station. I know hunger is impending and it will be several hours before I will be home and can make myself something decent to eat (and my version of decent is often a lot more difficult to satisfy). And from the available vendors, I have to choose something that both satisfies some sort of craving I may be having flavor-wise, AND fits into the profile of things I feel okay putting into my body. This really narrows it down.

While there is a part of me that wants to just go for that donut or cookie, I realize that I won't feel good about my decision later on. So, I usually find some mediocre and overpriced salad or sandwich.

In Boston's South Station I considered myself lucky to have so many choices, but also a few that were beyond the expected fast-burger stand, wok-n-roll, or coffee and a danish spot. Here we had Rajun' Cajun, Cosi, Rosie's Bakery, and Au Bon Pain. Mind you, by the time I got off my bus from New Hampshire, walked to the train terminal, printed my ticket, I only had 10 minutes before my train left. I scanned the menu, almost opting for nothing, but there were several vegetarian soups and one sandwich that seemed good. Knowing that these kinds of places are usually, somehow tragically slow in every town, I thought soup would be a better option. I had my choice between Thai Curry, Hearty Vegetable, and something else generic and uninteresting to me (probably Mushroom Barley). I thought 'mmm, Thai Curry' and while there was a loud voice that said 'Thai Curry? From the train station Au Bon Pain?' that caused me to strongly reconsider the Mediterranean Veggie Wrap, I must have somehow convinced myself that the more economical, lighter, and faster potential of the soup over the wrap made up for it because when the counter-person took my order, I blurted out 'small Thai Curry soup', almost fully surprising myself. And while the order was filled pretty quickly, I walked away with the paper bag in my hand, frowning. WHY did I order this?

Of course now, the train was 5 minutes from departure, except, oh no, it's running a few minutes late, but people have queued up outside anyway. I parked my bag on a table just inside from the platform, and decided to give my soup a chance. When I opened it, I looked at it, disappointed. It was a pleasant creamy curry-yellow color, but the existing vegetables were not very chunky, and they were limp. I had a few spoonfuls. The taste was 'o-kay'. Kind of what I expected from this place, but not what I wanted. I considered throwing the whole thing away-- why subject the whole train car to the curry aromas? Why eat soup on a train? Why did I order this soup? A wrap would have been much more practical. I didn't throw it away, my conscience of 'You just spent $4 on this' wouldn't let me. So now, it is sitting on the seat next to me, with a faint scent wafting up to me, taunting, teasing, and mocking me. I certainly won't eat it now.