Open Season

God lova ya, Jill, for telling the man sitting across from us this morning on our very, very late 7:53 am train that his zipper was down when we arrived at Union.

Throughout the ride, I was treated to flashes of white undies and forced myself to look away. Of course, I had the balls to snap a photo, but not the balls to do anything about it lest I give away I actually do stare at a man's grocery bag.