Ok, so I’m at Penn Station in the men’s room the other day (and no, I wasn’t loitering hanging out, or experimenting but just “freshening up” before my train ride home), and this guy is holding a fancy Victoria’s Secret gift bag with a wrapped present sticking out of it. He then drops it on the floor as he’s zipping up.
Now, of course, the floor in there is, shall we say, wet.
In fact, it’s sort of like a pond.
A pond filled with scum.
And other things that you don’t even want to be stepping in, let alone dropping a fancy present in.
The guy picks up his bag, gives it a wipe with his hand, splashing the run-off on himself now, and then goes on his merry way.
Oh, that poor, poor girlfriend or wife. Little does she know the journey that her thoughtful gift has traveled.
The only way she could find out, is if that schlemiel boyfriend of hers came home and announced, “Happy birthday, Honey! Your gift is drenched in authentic Penn Station men’s room urine! Enjoy!” Or maybe he did it on purpose: “Happy birthday, Hone ...
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