Katie and I stand in the aisle of the bus back from the airport, swaying and rocking back and forth as the bus weaves in and out of traffic through the construction zones that seem to have always surrounded La Guardia.
Katie catches my eye and raises her eyebrows, then looks down behind me, and I follow her gaze to the very openly displayed phone of the gentleman sitting in front of me, where he is sifting through some text messages I can’t read. I get the gist of things, though, from the several prominent, racy photos of a dude’s butt that the guy keeps opening to examine in greater detail.
“Well, if he wants to make it everybody’s business,” I sigh, and Katie shrugs like what are you gonna do?
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