Jamaican Meat Patties

Riding the subways, I often see people eating or drinking. Usually it's something harmless and victimless, like a beer in a paper sack or a candy bar or something equally odor and crumb free. Every once in a while, I suffer as I witness the disgusting act of eating sunflower seeds on the train, which of course involves spitting saliva-covered half shells all over the floor.
The grossest, however, is dealing with people that seem to think that it's perfectly okay to eat hot, aromatic (good or bad), crumb-filled, greasy food on the subway. I've seen people eating hamburgers, chicken, sandwiches (my roommate admitted to this tonight). The list goes on.
Today, however, I had the particularly bad luck to sit next to a girl that unwrapped and proceeded to devour a Jamaican Meat Pattie. Now, this pattie was aromatic. Not particulary "bad" aromatic, but at rush hour, on a packed train, any intense meat odor is fairly unpleasant. To make matters worse, this girl was doing her best (and admirably succeeding) not to make a mess. Perhaps that sounds like a good thing. But it's not.
In her fight to avoid dropping any sloppy joe style meat on her pants or the floor, she was taking little tiny bites, and then sort of slurping the chopped meat mixture after every bite. In this way she avoided meat sludge buildup, and always stayed ahead of the erupting meat volcano. Her cleanliness, however, meant that I had to listen to her slurp her way loudly and slowly through the entire pattie.
Not nice.