Seamless is always an option but the delivery of sustenance leaves pissing as the sole reason to pull my body away from my desk during the work day. Unless I can get an actual treadmill desk, that I’ll take, and on day one I punch the speed up to 9 and see how much work I can get done before vomiting on my wireless mouse. I prefer the feel of a prisoner in a short walled cubicle cell than hamster on a treadmill. What was literally going down.” - eyewitness going to the same lunch spot for the eighth straight day.Īn email this morning inquired if any employees were interested in standing desks.
His face, visibly scarred from constant drug use or just completely unaware of a Proactiv kiosk in the area, looked just as shocked as mine as to what was going down. “Her hand moved rapidly officer and his head bowed down, watched, back bent forward in a position very similar to a solo masturbatory performance. People shuffled by, unaware, at least fifty by my rough head count. An unwilling participant is a fair statement to make had the police arrived and polled each passerby as to what he or she saw or did not see.
Today, on my way to get a sandwich from the same place I go every day because this neighborhood is neglect of quick lunch spots, I’m almost positive I witnessed a man getting a hand job on a crowded street.Ī woman stood in front of him, shoulder pressed to his chest, hand before his crotch with her body turned slightly as if part of the act but not fully committed.