Trolley horror...

[inteligrrl]

On my way home today I was riding the trolley and as usual minding my own business (i.e. reading a book) I glance up to see what stop we're at and I see the guy across from me jacking himself off under his newspaper. *shudders* my virgin eyes didn't need to see that.

And it's not so much that I mind that people masturbate as a general rule (on the contrary, I think it's a good stress reliever. 'make porn, not war' and all that) but it's just so unsanitary to do it on the trolley, not to mention I'd rather not have to look up from Jane Austen to see a big, black, one-eyed trouser snake, it gave me quite a start.

*sighs* gotta love the public transit system. you never know what you'll see.

p.s. It has to be mentioned that when I walked off the trolley I decided that that was it! All men are perverts and the only one who can have a chance with me is Ewan McGreggor. I have since relented and I am now willing to consider men with doctorate degrees. But that's it. And even they will have to sit through a lengthy interview process. That's right, I'm inflicting my trauma on them. If they have a problem with it they can go hunt down the guy in the blue jumper and take it up with him. I will make men pay for the mental trauma I suffered.

*pets her poor Jane Austen book*

Comments

[cabbitlover.livejournal.com]

That's great, you just don't hear about stuff like that in little old Silver City. The occasional bouncing car, but that's it. Oh, been meaning to ask you, have you seen Strange Bedfellows?

[inteligrrl.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen Strange Bedfellows, what's it about?

[cabbitlover.livejournal.com]

hmm...
From a movie site:
"A struggling widower businessman (Paul Hogan) finds a new tax loophole offered in Australia to same sex couples. Needing a tax break, he cajoles his best friend (Michael Caton), also a widower, into filing papers indicating they are a gay couple living together and assuring him that the small town (population 652) they live in will never have a clue. However, their return letter from the government pops open and the town busybody (Monica Maughan) soon has it spread all over town without the two men's knowledge. Meanwhile, the letter tells the men that a tax inspector (Pete Postlewaite) will be coming to investigate their claim. The two decide they have to learn to act gay, so they get lessons from a local hair dresser and visit a gay nightclub in Sydney."

Dad and I loved it! If you ever get a chance it's a very worthwhile, and a aussi movie, 100 min.

[inteligrrl.livejournal.com]

I'll have to check it out, it sounds awesome!