Musings of a Drunken Monk

While I'm hot on the subject (and at work, no less), I'll fill you in on this heinous crime against society. As you probably know, PDA represents Public Display of Affection. Transit PDA is therefore PDA in a medium of public transportation. My first unfortunate experience with this plague was in Geneva, Switzerland. Now Geneva is right on the border of France, where not participating in PDA is probably considered a crime. However, it was the first time that my nice New England boy sensibilities were thoroughly challenged by a young couple getting bizay on the train. Don't get me wrong, people in love makes me warm and fuzzy all over like other people... But I don't wanna see it. And you know that Transit PDA is almost alwasys performed by a fugly couple. And so there you are, stuck on a train or a bus or something, in other words, a sealed compartment, and these naffy people are going at it. Does anyone really want to see not only your lips locked and limbs intertwined, but also your dredlocks sharing bugs? I think not! And when you're on Public Transit, you can rarely fully ignore these people because the compartment is so small and somehow said naffy couple is taking up twice as much room as they should. The reason I rant about this today is because I see it on the T all the time. It's always on my way home too. The last thing I really want to see after a long day of work is a pair of gorillas groping each other. Get a f'n room! I'm sure you've all seen it. Now write your congressperson and ban it! Unless, of course, you are participating. Then, uh...you go, girl.