This morning on the C-E subway platform, there was a man directly across from me on the A train platform, moving his hand around his crotch area. The 12-year-old in my brain said, "Ew, he's masturbating! Hee hee!"
But then I looked again. He leaned down and spit, then started moving his hand around again. And I thought, "Yup. That's a penis. He's really jerking off in Penn Station."
I was tempted to take a phone picture, but I just didn't care enough. I wonder what that says about ME.
But then I looked again. He leaned down and spit, then started moving his hand around again. And I thought, "Yup. That's a penis. He's really jerking off in Penn Station."
I was tempted to take a phone picture, but I just didn't care enough. I wonder what that says about ME.