The other night there was a breeder couple sitting across from me. Chatting. The female was sitting with her legs across the male's lap. They were chatting about something . . . who knows what. I can't even remember if they were speaking English. What was distracting me? The fact that during the ride, the female was grooming the male like a chimpanzee. And by grooming, I mean methodically popping the zits on the side of his face, taking occasional breaks to check her black shirt for stray puss or whatever.
There are times when I really, really hate this city.