Some say that if you've lived in New York City for 10 years, you automatically become a New Yorker. I would argue that a month of taking the subway would elevate (or demote) you to the same status.
This morning I walked onto the R train and wondered why the left side of the car was almost empty. In front of me was a man whose face was completely obscured by a jacket. Gee, that's strange, I thought. Then I looked down and saw his unzipped pants and the telltale motions of masturbation.
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