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.