Sometimes conversations at my job meander. Five ladies, over worked and underpaid are often eager to not get back to work. We talk about jewelry, our significant others, travel and crazy people. Here's where it started, I think. Someone exposed himself on the bus to one of our temps. She takes my bus. I could've been on that bus, it could've been me. Not only was he showing but he was also touching. I thought it was bad when some man touched my hair, this would've been a million times worse.
On the subject of crazy people not being able to keep it in their pants, by boss tells us this story about her cousin who went on the road with her husband in his big-rig for two months, across the country. She said that you would not believe what people did in their cars when they thought no one else could see them. Women and men naked from the waist down, men pleasuring themselves, women with dildoes, men and women performing oral sex on the driver, the driver pleasuring the passenger. And this happens all the time, apparently. Everyone in the room was pretty disgusted by this, but I thought it was more dangerous than anything else. But it's pretty easy to get turned on in the car, what with all of the bumps and vibrations in the road... these people are putting their safety at risk. If I were them, I'd stop at the nearest rest area and deal with my problems there.
In the meantime, I'm praying that my dad will fix my transmission so I can stop taking that stinking bus.
