Cakeburgler

On the train in a 3/2 seat combo facing a guy who has two huge bakery boxes on his right knee, just inches from my hands. He's telling the guy next to him that he's a bakery wholesaler and opened the box to show him the goods. He is now describing some sort of chocolate layered torte to this guy. I'm quietly trying to pretend like I'm not eavesdropping but the telltale puddle of drool on my knee is a dead giveaway