It never ceases to amaze me, just how disgusting the public can be. While on public transport you can get an insightful look at how nasty people really are. I've witnessed many pick their nose, their teeth, their armpits, and almost every time the culprits are men . You would think that people would draw the line at scratching below the belt though, that's somewhere you just don't go in public (You shouldn't really in private either , but anyway!) Apparently, some people will go that far, As 'the scratcher' sitting opposite me on the Norhern Line this evening, so openly demonstated!
The scratcher was a young male (of course!) he was well dressed; pin-stripped suit, nice tie and smart shoes. I assumed he was a professional making his way home from work. He got on at King's Cross, clutching The London Paper , and his ears plugged into his I-pod. As he sat down my eyes were immediatley drawn to him. Not because he was a stunningly attractive man, but because of the way he sat; legs WIDE open. (What's wrong with guys that sit like that? Come on now, we all know it's really not that big!) As he was opposite me, I had no where else to look, the battery on my I-pod was dead, so I was quite bored in the first place. Somehow he managed to get my attention! His trousers were kind of tight, leaving little to the imagination and I'm not going to lie, I started to stare at it. The way that he was sitting you would think he wanted the whole carriages' eyes on it!
The journey went on, and I lost my interest in his nether regions, until something managed to pull my attention right back - a blatent and quite thorough cock scratch. Now, I really do not know what expression I had on my face when I witnessed this, but I have an idea it said something like "you dirty bastard, I know you didn't just scratch your cock in front of the whole carriage!". He started staring at me, looking like he was ashamed of himself (and rightly so!). I looked right back at him, and sustained my stare. I was not going to look away and politely pretend I had not seen him. I actually took pleasure in letting him know I had.
For the rest of the journey , I kept catching him looking at me. He got off at East Finchley. Before exiting he gave me one more look of sheer embarrassment. I was glad he was embarrassed, I hope that will teach him never to scratch his cock in public again!
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