Don’t worry! That’s just my phone!
I get into a SPT (Sardine Packed Train) this morning. This
one girl behind me is like “Can you people push in more? I can’t wait 8
minutes!” So, she pushes her way on to the train and I get backed up against
this guy in a sweatshirt (hoodie up) and huge a*s sunglasses on. We go all the
way to Haymarket when all of a sudden I feel something pop up against my back.
He whispers to me all creepy like “Don’t worry! That’s just my phone!”
Riiiiiiiiiight! I don’t know what kind of phones you have buddy but I am
pretty sure they don’t just pop up out of nowhere in the shape of your penis!
Just sayin’!
I don’t say anything. I don’t want to engage in any way with
this creep and try to remember, where in my purse, my pepper spray is located. Just after this creepy encounter I hear the
conductor say “Due to a Medical Emergency, we will remain here until further
notice.” GREEEEAT! Now I am stuck up against this creepy penis phone guy until
this “medical emergency” is cleared.
Another guy next to me, checks his phone (not his penis
phone…his real slim smart phone). He says “I hate to be a pain but I have to
get off and try to make my meeting.” He gets off the train which alleviates
some room and I get to move away from penis phone guy and give him a death look
until we get to State.
When we get to State, he has to get off the train to let me
off, when I do, I give him one of those “accidentally/on purpose” shoulder slams
and give him one more death look for good measure.
Ohh the joys of public commuting!
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