Baby Got Back

I was standing on the train today.

Note: The seats on the train line the sides of the train, facing in. So if you're seated, no matter what, you're facing the other person across the aisle which runs the length of the train.

I choose to stand because my stop is coming up. I stand near the door. To my left, there is a man sitting reading Manga.

Note: Manga are comic books. They are bible-thick, heavily illustrated, and read from back to front. There's hero/villain children's themed Manga, and there's hero/villain politically themed Manga. Basically there's a Manga to scratch every itch.

To look at someone on the train - gawk, stare - is thought to be wholly disrespectful and to be avoided at all costs. Unless, of course, you happen to be a foreigner on the train. In which case you can be stared at, gawked at and even heckled. So I am careful not to look back at all of the people looking at me. While I'm standing there can't help but glance down, and I notice that the man sitting next to me is reading Porn Manga.

Note: The following is not made up.

I can't read the Kanji writing, but the picture speaks volumes. Depicted was a Japanese man, having the butt-sex with an African tribal-type woman. How do I know this? Big lips, big tits (down to her knees), big butt, big nose...oh, and the plate in her lower lip. The tufts of nappy hair also were a giveaway.

I don't know if I exhaled or inhaled sharply, but something caused the man (who hadn't noticed me before) to look up. He shuts his book, and at the same time he gasps so loud several people on the train look (breaking the aforementioned rule of NOT looking). I don't turn away, I look back at him with the, "I know what you did," face.

He blushed and became visibly flustered. And I ...started laugh. I couldn't help it. The moment was exquisite. I couldn't have asked for a better ride in to work.