Red Line at 11 at night, Vermont and Santa Monica.
“Excuse me, I have to touch the pole!”
A large woman runs in the open door and taps a pole in the center of the car, then runs back out.
Everyone is like “Wha—?”
The doors close and pretty much everyone had glanced up at her on the platform.
That’s when she raised her shirt and flashed the whole train as it pulled out. Everyone cracked up. I did too.
“And we’re not even in Hollywood yet” said one old man.
“Excuse me, I have to touch the pole!”
A large woman runs in the open door and taps a pole in the center of the car, then runs back out.
Everyone is like “Wha—?”
The doors close and pretty much everyone had glanced up at her on the platform.
That’s when she raised her shirt and flashed the whole train as it pulled out. Everyone cracked up. I did too.
“And we’re not even in Hollywood yet” said one old man.
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