Glancing up, attempting to appear calm, I looked around. Underneath the full screen high-resolution dick pic were two options-"accept" or “decline.” Ha. Not wanting to be rude by changing cars, I took out my phone and started reading about the latest White House charade when a picture popped up on the screen. Two people were with me a wizened woman hunched over on the opposite end of the car and a young-ish man in a Patagonia vest, who was blatantly staring at me. The floor was slick with coffee, so I sat on the first surface I could discern as visibly dry.
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