Afternoon delight? Try morning commute delight. On a train at 6:45am, most people on their way to work read, sleep, listen to music, or stare blankly out the window. But the guy sitting in the window seat in front of me? Nope. Porn was his newspaper, his dream, his melody, his vision. He had his smartphone cradled in is hands and angled towards the window so people couldn't see. Every time a person walked down the aisle, he would instinctively turn it more towards the window. I guess he forgot when it's dark outside and light inside the window acts as a mirror. Pause, rewind. Pause, rewind. Pause, rewind. Eventually, he got up and took it to the bathroom with him. Then, he went and got a cup of coffee, sat back down, and checked his email, ready for the day.
I also happen to know his passwords if anyone is interested.
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