A Perfect Man

He caught her eye

“Handsome face. Well-dressed. A muscular frame. Tall, for an Asian. He could ride me all night long!”

Anna surveyed the new strap hanger who had come aboard her train car.

He left the train. “That’s a shame,” she thought to herself.

“We are delayed because of train traffic ahead of us. We apologize for any inconvenience. Thank you for your patience.”

"Ahh great." Her perfect man wondered in the platform. He walked up to a column, and then back how he came. He seemed to be squirming. All in plain view from the wide window that she sat next to, he went off to the sides of the platform that few people were at; he unzipped his pants; and he began urinating on the train tracks. Anna guffawed.