Bingo in Smoking

This morning while waiting for the second train involved in my morning commute, I spied with my little eye a woman reading from a Sony eBook. I was intrigued. Though I technically fall into the category of “Consumer Skeptic,” the reasons are purely monetary. If iPhones and Go!Explore technology were widely available out of gum machines for small change, I would be all over them like rhinestones on a prom dress.

I strategised my train boarding to be nearer so that I could get a better look. I lean over to check out the format of the reading material and to catch a glimpse of how this thing works, when what sentence do I accidentally read?

“Where do you keep your condoms, Lex?” Adam asked.

This tech-savvy, would-be normal person is reading a romance novel. On the train. I can’t think of a less sexy place in the world. A London Underground train ride ranks just below public restrooms and Raffi concerts in my personal “Sexiest Places” list.

Then again, what reason do I have to be judgy-wudgy? Is it the fact that she’s reading a romance novel or because she knew that people would judge her for reading romance novels so she masked her heaving passion with a sleek, electronic, non-phallic device?

TRICKS AND TREATS

Here they are, Adam!