>>755851
"Cool story, bro"

Would you dare going back?

>>755851
local save immediately. stuff like this gets taken down.

>>755851
Holy shit! O_o

>>755890
Do this!

>>755851
Wow OP, that was something else!

As for suggestion, I agree with >>755890

Maxine Tidwell 2016/10/29(Sat)11:54 No. 755986 ID: 14086d
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>>755920
I can't take all the credit. A friend of my helped.

>>755892
Maxine couldn't, unfortunately. Quik Chek™ are basically computer phone booths, with a single diskette drive in the back that read the OS. Maybe if Maxine had time to disassemble the beast and install a secondary drive, she might, but this wasn't her property anyway. It was owned by Bell-o-fone™, Inc.

Of course, that doesn't mean there wasn't a way around it, albeit a lame one.

Maxine rushed to the back and found her old InstaFoto™ camera, taking a picture of the screen as it were and shaking it dry. She wrote just what she was looking at in red sharpie along the bottom. It wasn't the best solution, but the words on the screen were clear and she had some kind of proof that it existed.

>>755866

She then typed up her question.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

USER: TheMallardianCandidate
DATE: 01/17/2085
TIME: 7:36 AM

Would you dare going back?
__________

USER: StupidYuppieScum
DATE: 01/17/2085
TIME: 7:39 AM

Only in extreme circumstances. On my own? No. I'm not even going to the regular Never Never anymore. It means supporting the bastards in VIP and whoever runs the place. It also means they might figure out who I am and catch me.
__________

USER: TheMallardianCandidate
DATE: 01/17/2085
TIME: 7:41 AM

Can you even imagine was those circumstances would be?
_________

USER: TruthSeeker81
DATE: 01/17/2085
TIME: 7:42 AM

Sounds like a LOAD of BULLSHIT to me. I know how your "people" like to spread lies to hide the REAL TRUTH.
_________

USER: StupidYuppieScum
DATE: 01/17/2085
TIME: 7:44 AM

@ TheMallardianCandidate -
If I knew I could take the place apart and not kill anyone in the process. Maybe make them realize how stupid and senseless it all is. I dunno. All I know is it involves gasoline and hammers.

@ TruthSeeker81 -
Oh Boy! This again. Have you been fitted for your tinfoil hat yet, bub?
_________

Reply? [Y/n]:_

>>755986

n

Don't take the b8 m8

>>755986
N

Rush home and download the post onto your PC, if it's still there.

Maxine Tidwell 2016/11/07(Mon)00:23 No. 757269 ID: 08ea7f
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>>756148
Maxine's been around the block long enough to know where this was going. She decided to just let the post go for now, poking around elsewhere on the BBS, only to hear a familiar WHAP! of her door hitting the wall.

Turning around, she'd discover the first rush was about to begin. Her favorite rush.

The Saturday Morning DILF rush.

Single dads and divorced, weekend dads love bringing their kids to the arcades. It was a relatively cheap way to get in their kids in good graces without the fear of actually getting to know them.

For Maxine, however, it was a chance to intensely ogle.

She didn't make her little preference known to most. At 27 years, it was starting to become a reasonable preference that she could finally vocalize.

Maxine Tidwell 2016/11/07(Mon)00:23 No. 757270 ID: 08ea7f
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This ogle would only last for awhile. No real takers, sadly. Maxine blamed her weight, even though the evidence wasn't there.

She didn't have too much time to reach that conclusion, however. The phone in her office was ringing. She rushed off to answer it.

It turns out it was the mother of one of the Sunglass kids--Harold. Apparently, Maxine's suggestion that they go out to advertise means they decided to get rough with one of the neighborhood kids, that poor guy a bloody nose.

Oh good lord. Now Harold's mother is threatening to sue her arcade over this.

What's she going to do?

Tell her what her little darling's been getting up to.

>>757269
>Into DILFs
>Sees a fat wolf guy.
So, you're into fat guys, huh? .....well, the heart wants what the heart wants.

>>757270
>This ogle would only last for awhile. No real takers, sadly. Maxine blamed her weight, even though the evidence wasn't there.
You take that back, young lady! There is nothing wrong with your weight!

>One of the Sunglass kids' mother is threatening to sue.
Tell her that it's not your fault that her son has made poor life choices and started a life of crime by joining a gang. It sounds like it's her son's fault for hanging around those other boys, who are an obvious bad influence for him. Peer pressure is a terrible thing for someone his age.

>>757269
>dad overload
Start talking loudly about how you need help building a new deck for your house. This is sure to attract at least one dad.

As for the child's mother, say that you cannot be liable for the influence that your establishment has on its patrons. Violence in games is an increasing issue that she will have to take up with publishers and the FCC.

Maxine Tidwell 2016/11/07(Mon)19:28 No. 757353 ID: 08ea7f
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>>757272
Maxine clearly and calmly states that her son and the two other members of the Sunglass gang threatened to racketeer the arcade. Maxine also explained that she wanted to call, but they refused to give their name.

Harold's mother seems a bit skeptical, but seems open to the idea.

>>757280
The duck then insinuates that it might be a result of peer-pressure from the other two, before going on to suggest that it might be wise for her to separate him from the others for awhile, as well as calling their mothers to let them know what went down.

The mother seems to agree with this course of action, but thinks that blatantly sending children out to work for free is woefully irresponsible, particularly if they were calling themselves a gang.

How is Maxine going to respond to this?

>>757353
if they're getting into trouble and calling themselves a gang, then giving them an honest job to do is something maxine ought to be praised for!

>>757353
This is clearly her fault for raising such dumpster-tier kids.

>>757355
This.

>>757371
Not this! We're trying to get her to not sue the arcade and insulting her like that won't help!

>>757376
I mean, I'm not saying to say that directly to her, but you can't deny it's true.

Suggest that the boys find a positive way to direct their time and energy, but see if she has any suggestions or connections that might help.

>The mother seems to agree with this course of action, but thinks that blatantly sending children out to work for free is woefully irresponsible, particularly if they were calling themselves a gang.
>How is Maxine going to respond to this?
Ma'am, those children were already presenting themselves as a gang when they walked in to my arcade and thought they could pull off some kind of misguided stickup. I offered them a chance to do something responsible and productive instead, and they jumped at it. I'm sorry it turned out the way it did, but in my opinion those young men need something positive to do in their lives to keep them out of trouble. Work keeps people honest.

DOS_Punk 2016/11/11(Fri)00:24 No. 757840 ID: 08ea7f
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http://tgchan.org/kusaba/questdis/res/105525.html[/spoiler]

Maxine Tidwell 2016/11/17(Thu)17:35 No. 759480 ID: 08ea7f
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>>757355
Maxine informs the mother that she aught to be praised for giving them a chance at honest work!

The mother doesn't see it that way. Not one bit. She continues to see Maxine as the antagonist in this situation. She continues to threaten a lawsuit against her.

Of course, then the mother starts to slyly suggest that this could all go away if she would slip some money her way. She's not saying the amount, at least not yet, seeming to wait for Maxine to spout out a number herself.

>>759480
Well, looks like you're paying off another angry parent. The life of an arcade owner!!

$50

per


kid

>>759480
Ma'am, I didn't open my wallet when your adorable little gangster in training thought he could walk in and hold up my store, and I'm not about to let his mother play the same card.

I'll give you fifty bucks.

>>759484
This.

>>759516
And also tell her that all phone calls that go through this phone are recorded, so she just incriminated herself and you'll take this to this police and have her arrested for attempted blackmail.

Just don't let her know that you are totally lying your ass off.

>>759480

are there any videos/recordings of this exchange that might have taken place?

tell that woman to go pound sand! don't let yourself be extorted.

maybe phrase it more delicately than that, though. you did nothing wrong.

Maxine Tidwell 2016/12/03(Sat)01:41 No. 763284 ID: 7a5543
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>>759684
Maxine isn't recording this conversation in any way. She's also in the office on her phone, so no one was listening.

>>759484
"Ma'am, I didn't open my wallet when your adorable little gangster in training thought he could walk in and hold up my store, and I'm not about to let his mother play the same card." Her tone was annoyed, but matter of fact.

>>759517
She heaped a lie on top of that. "Congratulations on making an ass of yourself, by the way. I got the whole thing recorded to floppy. I hope you like dealing with the people."

The mother wasn't buying it. "Well, I hope you like dealing with my lawyers, bitch."

"You and your garbage kid can go pound sand!" she spat.

They both mutually slammed their phones on their respective cradles.

Maxine Tidwell 2016/12/03(Sat)02:12 No. 763286 ID: 7a5543
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Maxine let out a long sigh before returning to her post, already finding someone getting a little too rough with one of the pinball machines. She scolded them with perhaps a bit more vitriol that required, but the message was got across and they stopped.

She returned to her post behind the counter in the back, idly ogling dads. She though about having them try to help her with her non-existent deck, but she held her tongue. She did have a date after all.

A date that she would spend most of the day thinking about.

Robert Nowak, Jr. 2016/12/03(Sat)04:40 No. 763293 ID: 7a5543
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Boom! It's Robert "Fucking" Nowak time!

Rob was pumped beyond belief! A combination of excitement, rock, stress, and his natural hypomania was sending him to levels he hadn't felt in awhile. He felt like slamming his fist through the wall multiple times. If he wasn't living in his GamGam's spare room, he might have. Instead, he exerted his throbbing energy over a speed bag in the corner of his room.

WhappityBappityWhappityBappity

Christmas '81 was great for Rob! This was the one of the last gifts he got before his mom died. Christmas '84 was good too. Got one of them new cellphones! This could handle the 'thin flops', too. With an adapter, boom! Now it works well with that new computer he got in '83! God, his GamGam was awesome.

WhappityBappityWhappityBappity

Robert wondered, for a brief duration, if 23 was too late to learn guitar. To blast sweet lixx like a metal head or a punk rock master. Maybe he should just get voice lessons so he can hit the high notes like those glam rock virtuosos. He let out a test "Waaaah!" while he punched on the bag. Rob thought he sounded pretty fucking awesome. Not stage material, but he could skip the first few lessons.

WhappityBappityWhappityBappity

Apparently this date is with some duck broad that owns an arcade. Maxine! That ain't a half bad name, in his book! Short for Max. Does she take it to the max? Maximum sex?! Oh yeah! That was the hope, right there. Drunken debauchery on a queen-size was a fine evening for Rob! Maybe even butt stuff! With his butt! No. Can't scare her away like his last girlfriend. Ol' Cindy "Bendy" Bailey. Prude. Damn, was that the last girl he was in a quasi-serious relationship? Bitchy Bailey? Booby Bailey? Sinful Cindy, fit and frisky? That was literally in high school. Still, he was held back in 7th grade and started one year late. But whatever. Fuck. High school was so fucking fucksville. No one understood him or the thousands of bolts of fucking electric fire that danced in his skull with the insanity of nuclear sun sandwiches. Ol 'Spazzy Mo-fap'. Fucking hell, high school sucked! Good thing Robert was an adult now. Grown ass man, with a license. No car, but he could drive his GamGam's, if he needed. The rails were still good for most things. Meeting cousins, trade school, bars, more trade school, bowling, even more trade school. Rob was going to be a plumber. Plumbing was fucking awesome! Modern civilization was built on plumbing. Literally! Romans started that shit or something, but they used lead pipes and it made a fuck-ton of people retarded. British in the 19th century used to pump their shit into the Thames, and it gave a fuck-ton of bastards cholera. Until Joseph Bazalgette fixed that shit like a fucking man! What a beast! A mother fucking unsung hero! Great Stink, fuck off! Champion Supreme, fixing shit! Holy Fucking Shit, to be that kind of plumber!

WhappityBappityWhappityBappityWhappityBappityWhappityBappityWhappityBappityWhappityBappity

Robert was now spending the current section of his learning experience telling computers what to do. Fucking dumb as fuck! He wanted to go back to the first sections.

He wanted to be back with the pipes, seeing the problem, and fixing it with his own hands. It was calming, to fiddle with something on that level, to just for once, for only just a few short minutes, to feel different.

Warm, rushing water.

Warm, rushing water traveling through PVC and concrete.

Tumbling down the pipes. Onward to the plant. Treated. Cleaned. Then onward once more, becoming one with the lake.

Is this what it felt like for normal people?

Was serenity warm, rushing water?

WhappityBap. Bap. BAP!

"Shit!" His hands were sore from punching the speed bag. He did it for nearly 40 consecutive minutes and now he had to get ready for his date or lose the possibility of meeting anyone tonight.

He hopped in the shower and scrubbed himself clean. He spent perhaps a little longer than he should have in it.

He slapped his glasses back on, stepped out of the shower, and paused to look at himself in the mirror.

What a wonderful sight! Robert saw a fucker that was fit! His body was svelte and his muscles were wiry, plus he had huge nuts! These things had their own gravitational pull! Back to the face now. Robert didn't want to rub one out, there was a fucking queen-sized bed in this if all things go right! And they will fucking fuck, damnit! Beastly Robert with the Big Balls! Back to the face, focus.

Shit, that was a sweet 'stache! He had been growing it for awhile, but a clean lip was a good lip too! Both were nice. Oh shit, the date! Wait, what if she hated it? Mustache, no 'stache?! Shhiiiiii--

A) EMBRACE THE MANLINESS AND KEEP THAT 'STACHE!
B) KILL THE CATERPILLAR! EMBRACE A BOLD NEW ERA OF A CLEAN FACE!

It has to go.

B.

Robert Nowak, Jr. 2016/12/03(Sat)21:30 No. 763410 ID: 7a5543
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Buzz buzz!

It didn't take too long for the mustache to be gone. Rob had to be careful, sure, but with the right amount of practice and attachment, it didn't matter. It was soon a blond pile in the middle of his sink.

Fuck! He looked so fucking good! Like a champion supreme! Goodbye, mustache! Getting carded was going to be shitty. He looks even younger than before. He's going to get carded so hard when he buys beer. Maybe cigarettes will be okay! Too bad cigarettes are nasty death sticks. Maybe Maxine smokes.

Oh shit, the date!

Robert wrapped a towel around him and scooted back to his room. Now was the time for an outfit. The question was, what would look good on him?

>>763410
Well, we don't know what he has in his closet, so if we knew what he, we'd make suggestions.

Everything looks good on you. But dress up a bit. Wanna impress that fine lady you'll be seeing.

Leather jacket, worn-down blue jeans.

Robert Nowak, Jr. 2016/12/07(Wed)01:07 No. 764166 ID: f6de90
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>>763646
Robert Nowak jumps into his finest worn-out blue jeans, long sleeve shirt and leather jacket.

Rob looks fucking radical! No way Maxine can resist this fucker's charm! That queen-sized mattress would soon be in his future! Sweet, merciful fuck! This date was going to be awesome! He wasn't certain what Fatty's entailed, but whatever it was, sheer awesomeness was soon to follow in its wake, even if it was worse off than his own local tavern.

Rob bolted downstairs from his room toward the front door. Robert's hand reached out. He was literally vibrating with excitement! This was the first step in a number of many that was going to change his life for the absolute better!

"Bobby?"

Robert Nowak, Jr. 2016/12/07(Wed)02:20 No. 764175 ID: f6de90
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It was his GamGam.

She had been sitting in her recliner, watching some cop show on TV. She had since muted it so that all of her attention could be focused on her grandson.

Rob spun around. He hated being called Bobby. Bobby was a boy's name and he was a grown ass man. Rob, damnit! Rob was the only acceptable moniker in his mind, outside of the more formal Robert. Bob had been his father and Junior was just a reminder that he lingered in a shadow of a man much greater than he was. GamGam got a free pass, predominately because she was his last immediate family member.

"Oh, hey GamGam! I didn't know you were still up."

"Well, I heard this new story was coming on at eight and I just wanted to stay up and watch it," she said with a warm clarity.

He lumbered toward her recliner in that cluttered room of doilies, furniture, knickknacks, and the TV. A stoneware Virgin Mary stood in the corner, reminding the elder of her faith, the youth of his guest status in her home, and for the both of them to remain on their best behavior.

"Oh, it should be! It's about a young lady that used to be a doctor until her husband gets killed by these Puerto Ricans, you see. Then she becomes a detective to solve the crime. And--"

Robert started tuning her out around Puerto Ricans. He wanted to get out of the door. It was calling to him. This night was begging for his appearance. He desperately wanted to find a conversational out. Something! Anything!

Luckily, GamGam provided one for him. "Where are you going to in such a hurry? Jeffery's?"

"Oh, no. Jeffery's got work. Nah, I'm going on a date, GamGam!"

"How wonderful!" she said in an excited tone, adding "Is she Puerto Rican?"

"No, GamGam. She's--she's not Puerto Rican." He'll never understand her obsession. She wasn't like that with any other ethnicity or race. At least, he didn't think so!

No, no she wasn't.

"Even better! You'll have to tell me everything when you get back," she smiled at him, quickly adding, "Do you want to borrow my car?"

That was a good question.

The car itself wasn't in a bad shape. It was older, but it wasn't having much issues. It wasn't a looker though, it was an obvious grandma-type car. Even if he hid the doilies, her personality oozed all over it. Plus, he didn't like using it for these personal trips. Things that benefited her and the house was fine, but he rarely used it for personal gain.

The MagRail was an obvious alternative. It ran late into the night and early in the morning, a nearly 24 hour period with the soul exception of a 2 hour break starting at 2am. It wasn't a guarantee that he would be dropped off right in front of Fatty's. He'd probably have to walk to the tavern. At night. In January. In the northern part of the US.

The AutoTaxis were another solution. All he'd have to do was dial up the number, speak to an automated representative and it would drive out to him and drop him off at the front door. Of course, AutoTaxis were a little more expensive, so he couldn't impress her with what meager money he has. There was also a rumor going around that people were hacking cars. No crashes or anything like that, but he heard cars would take a detour to an alley full of thieves. Nothing on the news, though. Just rumors.

Which one should he pick?

A) Take GamGam's Car!
B) Take the MagRail!
C) Take an AutoTaxi!

B) Magrail. The walk will damp that excitement vibration down into being smoooooth.

B) Magrail. You'll be fine on a walk, you've got your jacket. A sweet jacket like that doesn't just make you look hot, it'll keep you warm too.

Robert Nowak, Jr. 2016/12/14(Wed)19:41 No. 765964 ID: d1ca4d
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"That's fine, GamGam! I'm gonna take the MagRail tonight."

"Oh, okay." GamGam almost looks disappointed by the fact that you rejected her car. Rob had been here before, saying with a bit of a smile, "I'll call you if I need picked up, okay?"

He had no intent on calling her. Unless situations were dire. Like, really dire. How lame it would be to involve anything GamGam on a first day! That's at least as third day thing, and that's assuming she's remotely cool with the idea of someone living with their grandma.

GamGam smiled and slid under her blanket, looking back at her grandson, "Well, you have a good night out!"

Rob made his way outside and toward the station.

Robert Nowak, Jr. 2016/12/14(Wed)19:53 No. 765966 ID: d1ca4d
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7:50p -- One hour, 10 minutes before the date.

The walk was short, but the air was still brisk. His leather jacket was meant more so for 30 degrees Fahrenheit (-1.11 Celsius) weather, not this 20-something bullshit (-6.66 C).

Still, it took the brunt of the worst weather, causing him to shiver inside of his coat. To make matters worse, it felt like the train was taking forever to arrive. He paced around, looking about the immediate area to pass the time. Nothing of any remote interest seemed to peak until Rob took an intense interest in the column at the end of the platform.

Robert Nowak, Jr. 2016/12/14(Wed)20:29 No. 765973 ID: d1ca4d
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8:01 -- 59 minutes until the date.

Robert analyzed the column, noticing that the door that was usually locked away had been left unlocked. He pulled back on the tiny steel door, only to a panel on display before him.

The red button appeared to have a dedicated read-out next to it that said "ERR.." suggesting some kind of error was under way.

The blue, orange, green, and white buttons surrounded a small CRT display. It appeared that the color of the buttons corresponded with the color of the objects on the screen.

Rob rationalized that the reason the train was taking so long must be because of the "ERR.." message on the screen. He also figured that given that the door was open, some fucker probably fiddled with the buttons and caused this error.

He also figured he could fix it. Already, he was starting to formulate some rudimentary ideas on what this could be. However, given his excitable, ADHD nature, it was going to take some time for him to properly focus and actively think on this. And thus give you a hint.

He also figured that he probably shouldn't touch it. Maybe just dial 411 on his phone and get the proper mechanic to fix it. Who knows how long that will take, thought! Considering that Robert was in Lancaster and the Lakeshore Port and Transit Authority's HQ was in the capital district, it was going to take at least 15 minutes for a car to drive her, but if one of the bridges were up, that could easily go as high as 45 minutes.

Of course, this "ERR.." could be nothing and maybe he just needed to bare the cold weather wait. He knew how excitable he was and this could just be the MagRail running late.

A) Wait another 10 minutes, just to be safe.
B) Call 411 and get the Port and Transit Authority (15-45 minutes.)

(The C's.)
---(C1)Press the Red Button (1 minute).
---(C2)Press the Blue Button (1 minute).
---(C3)Press the Green Button (1 minute).
---(C4)Press the Orange Button (1 minute).
---(C5)Press the White Button (1 minute).
---(C6)Look at it and think hard (3-6 minutes).

(D) Other..?

>>765973

A, B, and C6.

Rob might be a smart man, but cool heads prevail. He needs time to focus to know for sure what he's looking at - If he's still stumped after analysing the box, he can always wait a little longer to see if train arrives.

And, if Rob calls the transport authorities before he has a crack, he'll have a contingency plan if the train doesn't come and he can't fix the box. If he does, he'll be long gone before they arrive.

>>766645
Perhaps to expand on this... you probably ought to wait a few minutes to see if the train is just late, or if the a tech is already on the way, or whatever. While you're waiting, you might as well rack your brain for knowledge of what the heck these buttons and lights mean.

So in order, check your watch, then C6. Then, when you feel like you've got a good idea of what's going on, either wait the rest of 10 minutes for the train (if you think it's probably just late) or call the transit authority (if you think something's seriously wrong).

And then if necessary you can push some buttons while you're on the phone. Like if you fix the problem while you're still on hold you can probably just hang up right?

Robert Nowak, Jr. 2018/01/23(Tue)18:25 No. 861127 ID: 328763
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It had been ten minutes, but to Robert, it felt more like 581,760 minutes, give or take. He decided to just call, seeing as how the train wasn’t coming
After dealing with a maddening array of automated voices and button presses, he finally got ahold of a real voice.
“Can I help you?”
She did not sound too please to have answered a call. Robert took in a deep breath and put on his best I’m-a-calm-person-that-can-deal-with-life-without-getting-too-excited-voice, explaining the situation with the MagRail at this platform.
“We’ll send a repairman out to you right away, sir.”

“I think I can repair..” he was interrupted with a single mother’s sternness.
“Sir, do NOT press the buttons!”
“But I…”
“No, sir. No. We will have to report you if you attempt to work on the problem yourself.”
“Okay,” he felt like a deflated balloon, a squandered potential. Byes were had, and he hung up his phone before he felt the need to test the might of the bureaucracy.

Robert Nowak, Jr. 2018/01/23(Tue)18:28 No. 861129 ID: 328763
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At least it gave him time to think about the date! And just how bitter cold it was outside. Was it getting even colder? Fuck, he should have worn his long-johns.

Wait. He’s trying to get laid!

No one gets laid in long-johns! Long-johns were the least attractive underwear of all time and no one’s got pussy in them since the late 1800s, back when that shit was assigned, and people still died of old timey diseases like cholera, mumps, or lung cancer. Wait, is lung cancer the cancer they cured recently? Maybe? He’d have to ask his cousin Jeffery. Jeffery was cool. He was a nurse. Nurse-practitioner. Cold. Damn Cold. Phone said 10 degrees. That’s like -12 Celsius? Fuck, maybe he could MAKE long-johns sexy. He could be all like “Hey, honey. Wanna go prospect for gold at my place? I got plenty of shine and I can play a mean washboard.” No. No. Nope. 10,000 nevers. Not gonna work.

Robert Nowak, Jr. 2018/01/23(Tue)18:31 No. 861132 ID: 328763
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The train arrived, thank god. It had been 20 minutes in total and he seen not one repairman in that vast amount of time he spent shivering, pacing, and waiting. Perhaps it was further up the track or they managed to ‘press buttons’ remotely? He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. All he knew was the time, 8:21, with 39 minutes to spare before they met.

He climbed aboard the train and found himself standing in the middle, toward the middle. People had isolated themselves on either end of the train with their noses buried in some digital or paper distraction. The train ride was going to about 17 minutes total, barring any potential interruptions or a raised bridge and he knew that this entire time was going to be a bitch with his mind racing constantly and his body demanding movement. Not that this was going to happen with his date anyway, if he’s not careful.

(A) Try and talk to one of the train riders about the weather or something.
(B) Sit down and stare out the window, maybe?
(C) Give in and punch at the air for a while in the center of the train. The fuckers aren’t even paying attention anyway and you’re never going to see them again, so who gives a shit, ya know?
(D) Other..?

C. Hum a few bars of Kung Fu Fighting while you do it.

>>861132
(B) Sit down and stare out the window, maybe?

It’s the best way you can pay attention to what’s outside, so that you don’t miss your stop.