Devy, spelled Devy! wrote:So I know this isn't conversation on public transportation, but it's... it's worth mentioning... because it's really fucked up. And it happened on a train.
When I went to school in San Francisco, I commuted via BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit - it's a train thing), and the cars were relatively empty since it wasn't during commuter hours. I'm sitting in this empty car, and out of all the seats on the train this random older dude sits next to me. It was kinda weird. Then he brings his legs up to his chest, and puts his coat over his legs - to form a little tent thing over his legs... if that makes any sense.
Part of his coat kind of fell on my leg, and I didn't really realize it until later. But this one area of my thigh was noticeably warm the whole rideThen I felt something move from under the coat that was on my thigh. Something moved and then slid off. I turned and I glared at this dude, and right away he got up and ran off the train at the next stop. I yelled "what the fuck" at him, but he was already gone. Then I realized that for a half an hour, his hand was on my thigh
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*sigh*
Sexual abuse is pretty bad supposedly on the BART.
Almost as bad as the problem with racist cops shooting non-resisting african-americans to death.
What word describes the practice of being married to only one woman at a time? Mono-something... Ah! Monotony!
Devy, spelled Devy! wrote:I keep having weird James LaBrie dreams