Add metaphor, mix well.

I could send this to Overheard, but it's too good not to share.

Friday, Claire and I were riding home together on the N train. It was completely packed, as it had rained and typical train chaos ensued. The N was running local in Manhattan, and we were in for the long haul with six pounds of Maine mussels in tow.

At 8th street, a pair of tweens/baby hipsters got onto the the train. After the doors closed behind them, the young fella said to the car at large: "I feel like a can of caviar."

His girlfriend giggled appreciatively. Yes indeed, it would seem she felt like a can of caviar as well.