This Woman's Life: Don't eat buns on the street - and don't sack all the librarians either
My father used to say, "don't smoke on the street and don't be caught dead in those shameful tight slacks". The word 'don't' had currency. It was delivered with rocks and chains. You knew the strength of it. Don't and you didn't until you got a little older and the voice in your head became stronger and said "don't listen to don't, listen to do and go and do".
In William Trevor's short story Her Mother's Daughter he opens with, "Her mother considered it ill-bred to eat sweets on the street, and worse to eat fruit or ice cream." Personally I don't like to see a person eating a bun on the street, a big cream bun. It's not the place for it somehow. Yet in London or New York, people walk faster and a lot of them are eating as they walk. The hurry brigade, they have a life and you are watching the world go by.
I dislike the London cafes where people stand up while they eat. What about the weight of their feet that we have been brainwashed with? Take the weight off your feet. Coffee to go is one thing but it seems all wrong to me to eat when you are standing up.