It got me to wondering what a psychologist might think about how we open and eat those yummy, honey coated treats. I came up with three groups of peanut package opener people: ripper, puller, and passer.
Personally, I'm a ripper. Rip at the notch, and drizzle a few nuts at a time into my pie hole. I'm not a big fan of hand-sanitizer flavored food. Not a big fan of germs either. The less human contact with anything going into my mouth, the better. Sounds like a healthy combination of assertiveness and conscientiousness to me.
Then, there's the pullers. You know, the ones who put on their best game faces as they try to pull the peanut package apart at the seam. That used to be me. I decided I didn't want to look stupid while a snack package got the best of me. Is that just a little self-conscious with a touch of stubbornness thrown in?
Like the most interesting man in the world, pullers seem to end up with a peanut explosion, the only acceptable kind of explosion on a plane. If you're already self-conscious, the last thing you probably want to happen is to rain nuts on your neighbor. So maybe add a pinch of carelessness to the mix.
Once in a while there will be a few "nutty" people (sorry for the pun) who pass on those airborne morsels of delight. Perhaps I should pay more attention to how they pass on the nuts. Have you noticed any peanut passers? Were there Epi-Pens jutting out of their pockets? (Trust me. As an anaphylaxis veteran, I'd pass them double time, too, if they were my personal poison.)
Once those delightful little bags are open, how do you eat your peanuts? Are you a picker or a packer?
There seem to be more peanut pickers than packers. Some are doing the "tweezer pick", trying to squeeze two fingers into the package to draw out a single nut.
Others casually dump the peanut package contents into their hands, then carefully pick out one nut at a time. I've noticed the dump and pick folks frequently hold up individual nuts, like they're inspecting them. What do you think a psychiatrist would make of that? Fastidiousness? Detail-oriented?
Last, but not least, there are the professional pickers. Tablet or Wall Street Journal perched on the tray. Peanuts lying neatly on the airline napkin. Vodka and coke firmly in hand. Seeming to simultaneously, absent-mindedly, and meticulously consume the legumes. Nonchalant? Self-absorbed? Or maybe too cool for words.
Maybe you're not a picker. Maybe, like me, you're more of a packer. I really enjoy the salty, sweet taste combined with the slight crunch. I like to pretend the latent protein tucked in the treat makes it healthy. No slow savoring for me. Pack'em in, crunch'em down. Culinary zeal sounds so much better than gluttony, don't you think?
So, what about you? Did you notice any rippers, pullers and passers, or pickers and packers on your last airline flight? How are you opening and eating your airline peanuts? What's it saying about you?