casper

At the Library, there was a man watching porn on a public computer.


David whispers to me, "that old guy is watching porn!" and I silently wind my way around the shelves, to be peering over the shoulder of an older guy, dressed very non-descript; on the screen is a blond chick managing to swallow a huge black anaconda attached to a human being.

I immediately look at his crotch, (the spectator) and couldn't see a discernible boner, but whatever, THE CHILDREN'S SECTION IS A MERE YARDS AWAY and it's fairly crowded in here!

So I backtrack my steps away and go around the opposite side, to approach him. I stand to his right, where he can see me, and lean over the screen, so he can see me, and I can smell his sweat. He nervously and quickly double-clicks a few times, and then moves his eyeballs up.

Straight faced, because I'm really pissed off, I point to him, then to me, and shake my head no. "No....not cool."

He nods and says "Okay".


Then I walked out of sight and sound and David and I burst out laughing. ( I then asked the gentleman at the front desk to keep an eye on the other dood. And told him why.)

I don't have any kids, and I'm no prude, but that is NOT the place for explicit porn-watching.

Silencia said I'm her favorite narc. Aw.

Love,

Casper