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Tuesday, October 31, 2006

6 Train Nutjob

I guess I'm just naive and tend to think the best of people (I come by it honestly, from my mom), so my first thought of the middle-aged "dad-type" guy sitting directly across from me with the golf ball-sized hole in his crotch and testicle squeezed, spilling out onto the his seat was that it was gross, but just an accident. Here's me thinking "aw, that poor guy doesn't realize he's got a hole in his pants! But can't he feel that?"

Idiot. When I met up with my friends that night and told them the exact the same scenario above, they laughed and said, "You got flashed! That rip was completely intentional." Then when I got home and told my husband, he agreed. Ugh. It was disgusting and disturbing enough for me to see it, but what if I was a little kid sitting right across from him? Maybe a little kid would've pointed and yelled. Maybe I should've too.

Well, at least I'm holla-ing back. That's a start.

Submitted by Ali