I was sitting on the Metro Blue Line headed to Long Beach. This was my second or third time riding the train alone, and I was anxiously watching for my stop.
About halfway to my destination, the train paused to let in a stream of passengers. The last person to get aboard was a tall, bearded man fumbling with his backpack. His movements caught my attention. Then something emerged from his bag, and fell to the floor with an odd, PLOP. He looked down, and exclaimed loudly, “Aw shit, I dropped my pussy!” Everyone in the train car immediately turned toward the origin of this strange statement. There, lying on the floor in glorious display, was a giant rubber flesh-hued vagina. Several bystanders chuckled and whispered to each other. Undeterred by the attention, the man nonchalantly stooped over to retrieve his belonging, and shoved it back into his bag.
People warn against riding on LA’s public transportation. But I suppose if you avoided public transportation, you’d sadly miss out on entertaining moments like this one.
About halfway to my destination, the train paused to let in a stream of passengers. The last person to get aboard was a tall, bearded man fumbling with his backpack. His movements caught my attention. Then something emerged from his bag, and fell to the floor with an odd, PLOP. He looked down, and exclaimed loudly, “Aw shit, I dropped my pussy!” Everyone in the train car immediately turned toward the origin of this strange statement. There, lying on the floor in glorious display, was a giant rubber flesh-hued vagina. Several bystanders chuckled and whispered to each other. Undeterred by the attention, the man nonchalantly stooped over to retrieve his belonging, and shoved it back into his bag.
People warn against riding on LA’s public transportation. But I suppose if you avoided public transportation, you’d sadly miss out on entertaining moments like this one.