Eating chicken on a bus is a disgusting habit. Greasy fingers on the handrails and backs of the seats, discarded skin and bones littering the seats and all over the floor..... And the smell! Do I really want the stench of cooked dead animal wafting under my nose on the way home after a long day at work? And as for the chips & ketchup flying around, I sometimes wonder if my clothes are going to even survive the journey home!