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Mind your own business?

I was riding home on the 17 after a long hard day of work. I found the last remaining open seat. The bus was packed–standing room only. I drifted off into my own thoughts and blocked out all the noise around me.

Before long, I noticed that there was a slow murmur of tension behind me. I came out of my daydreaming and realized that the people behind me and around me were upset about something. Apparently, two seats in front of me, a young gentleman was sitting calmly and quietly while he very conspicuously played with his genitals in full view of everyone around him.

The man was sitting in an aisle seat. The poor young woman who was unlucky enough to be seated next to him was pushing herself as far as she could against the window, looking out and listening to her headphones.

The man across the aisle from this guy said, “What the hell are you doing man? You can’t do that!”

To which the man calmly replied, “Mind your own business.”

He yelled back, “It is my business. Put that away man. You’re sick.”

Word quickly spread to the bus driver who got on the horn asap and before we knew it we were pulled over to the side of the road waiting for the police. The young man kept right on fondling himself the whole time.

When the police showed up, they cleared us all out and loaded us onto another, already over-crowded 17.

As I balanced myself in the aisle of the new bus, I looked over my shoulder just in time to see the police mounting the stairs of my old bus. We were all strangely silent. Shell shocked. And then I heard the voice of one little old lady. “Sick bastard.”

Tale by Jen G, posted on February 8, 2007, Tagged with none

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