good morning, but your panties are showing.
so i’m riding the train to work as i do every weekday earlier this week, and i grab a seat near the end of the train. the seats are in sets of four, with pairs of seats facing each other across a small table in between. i’m facing backwards on the western side next to the aisle, and this woman i see quite often sits across the aisle on the east side of the train on the opposite row of seats to mine, facing forward. i smile, i’m generally a nice guy, and we both get off at the same stops all the time.
i break out the copy of “Fraud” by David Rakoff that i’ve been reading, pop in my earphones, and begin to enjoy my morning commute. woman across the aisle suddenly breaks out this tiny note pad and a pen, and feverishly begins writing. she holds the pad closer and closer to her face with each line, and as she pauses between lines and the pad falls to her lap a bit, i posit that she’s either writing a poem or a 13 year old girl’s love note to Justin Timberlake, something like…
Dear Justin,
You are sooooo cute! I totally wish we could be together, but my dad says you are too old for me. WhatEVAHHH!!!
Be sure to check out my myspace page, I always play your song on there!Love ya,
Traci
this cycles continues for a few minutes, and with each set of lines that she writes, her legs part a little more each time. as she’s wearing a just-above-the-knee-length khaki skirt with a notch in the front, she immediately begin to give our end of the train quite the show. i try not to notice and keep reading my book.
finally after a good 5 minutes, she realizes why there’s such a draft in there and closes up shop. and even more thankfully, the angle i was at didn’t afford much of a view without straining into the aisle. thus i was spared the agony and mutual embarassment of seeing what i only imagined were the yellowed white cotton undies of a certifiable nutjob. uncomfortable moment avoided!
oh yeah, i wrote about your panties on my blog. that’s not going to be the least bit uncomfortable should she ever figure that out.
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