On Soft Breezes and Prophylactics

On boarding the Blue Line on my way home, I found an open seat in the front of the car (the kind that’s isolated from the rest of the seats). I sat down quickly, and started playing some games on my iPhone.

After a few stops, I rested my left arm on the ledge by the window. I felt a small tickle on my pinkie finger, and assumed it was the car’s ventilation system… blowing a cool breeze through the vent that runs along the windowsill.

Then I looked over, and saw that I was actually touching this:

What the hell, Chicago? Why would this need to be here? What sequence of events led up to a CONDOM BEING JAMMED INTO THE WINDOW?

You know what? Nevermind. Even if you have a plausible scenario to explain this, I don’t think I want to know.

I couldn’t get home to wash my hands fast enough.

This Post Has 2 Comments

  1. This is too gross to even comment on so pretend I never did but feel for you more than words can explain.

    TJ Mapes Reply

  2. Must be a new trend on public transportation, here’s something I spotted on Metra a few weeks back: http://yfrog.com/h3px9jadj

    Mike Reply

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