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Hanger (noun) To feel increased anger or irritability from being hungry. This may result in arguments with friends, yelling on transit, stealing other peoples lunches, etc. There is only one cure: FOOD!

The pit of my stomach groaned as I watched the clock hit 11:35. Lunch time was less than half an hour away, but it wasn’t nearly soon enough. Peering over my shoulder, I saw that the woman seated behind me on the skytrain had noticed the sound and was giving me an odd look. She probably hadn’t realized it was a hunger pain, but I felt incredibly irritated by the look she was giving me. Who gave her the right to judge a sound coming from a stranger on the skytrain? I knew I was probably overreacting but this irritation towards her grew as the sounds coming from my stomach got louder. They started to overpower even the escaping headphone sounds of the man sitting across from me. It felt like something was slowly eating its way through the side of my abdomen as we approached my stop. I don’t know if I’d be able to wait the potential ten minutes it would take her to get to where I was.

As the skytrain stopped the woman who had increasingly given me dirty looks got up to wait by the door. I made my move quick to make sure I would get off the skytrain before her. If she thought those sounds were something else, then I was sure giving her a scare by standing in front of her. So as the skytrain door opened, I may have budged slightly to take a look back at her scowling face before jogging towards the stairs leading to Granville Street. There were so many choices there, so that no one else would have to suffer through my Hanger.