Of all the people I meet during the day, none interests me as much as Pear Dude. He's this guy, about 60 or so I'd guess, who leaves the train on the same station I board it every morning. He always wears a red beret and scarf and a long, black leather coat, and every time he steps out of the train he has what appears to be an entire pear in his mouth. He's always in a hurry and half runs wherever he's going.
Where's he going? What does he do? Why doesn't he eat breakfast at home? These are the things that interest me.