See what I mean?
Despite these distractions from women clearly turned on by my hairy back, I usually can get a lot of reading and writing done. Yesterday was no exception. Having finished early, I went through my youtube routine, doing my weekly search for videos of local politicians. When I finished that, I watched a few videos for fun. I really like Utada Hikaru, a pretty Japanese singer and songwriter who divides her time between Tokyo and NYC. Both of her parents, are classically trained musicians. I have to admit she is sexy.
I was enjoying Utada when some frumpy old bag, with seven hairs on her head, loudly interrupted me.
"Excuse me sir, you'll have to move to the back if you want to watch that."
At first I though it was a store worker and that it must be getting close to quitting time, but she was just another customer, and she was pissed. She shrieked, "You're watching naked women. Don't you realize there are children here?"
There weren't. I insisted on showing her the video, showing a fully clothed Utada.
"That's still offensive," she shrilly insisted, while others stared at me, mouths open, mango chicken pieces cascading out.
Man, she really made me feel like a dirty old man. But there was no nudity or even partial nudity, so I don't know why she was so worked up.
Maybe I shouldn't have been masturbating.