BART, ice hockey, and definitely no bras - m4w - 24 (oakland downtown)
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Date: 2009-07-11, 3:23PM PDT
Okay, this was too good to be true.
My hetero-life-partner-in-crime and I are taking BART to play ice hockey in Oakland. You're at the BART station waiting for a train as well. I'm giving you silly eyes the whole time, and maybe you're giving them back to me, I dunno. Inconsequential at this point. You end up sitting just a bit behind us. At the next stop, a group of really annoying high school aged girls come on. They're standing right next to this hobo looking fella, let's call him Stanley. Well, I don't know if you could hear or smell this, but Stan had some disturbing gastrointestinal issues going on, and he was letting them rip.
The high school girls move away from him a bit (for obvious reason), and start rough housing/goofing around. My buddy and I confirm that in 30 years, when we'll making curfews for our daughters, we must remember this moment. At this point there's train issues, and we're held up a bit. There's a line forming next to the door to get off at the next station, I want to say it was Oakland City Center/12th St, but I don't exactly recall. Stan keeps farting up a storm. My friend starts making eyes a (non-high school) girl waiting to get off the train, let's call her Betty. You get in line to get off the train too. The doors open. Betty walks out. My buddy says, "Yeah, that girl wasn't wearing a bra." You and I make eye contact, we both crack smiles, giggle the tiniest amount possible, I say, "Oh..." (as much to you as to my friend) and you exit the train (mind the gap).
We made eye contact again through the BART window, and then I sped off on a train while you went to destinations unknown.
That was fun. Made my evening.
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