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He startles you as he plop down across the aisle. Tall, muscular, well groomed, but dressed like he didn’t expect to meet anyone he cares about. There are plenty of other seats on the train at this hour, so you didn’t expect anyone to take a seat near you. He doesn’t seem to give a shit about public transportation etiquette, nor any concerns for others for that matter. He’s not clumsy exactly, but takes up a lot of space as he noisily fuss with his stuff. Lucky the train is almost deserted. He has barely settled, slouching and legs wide, before he gets restless again. Shaking his right leg, tapping to some imaginary fast paced heavy metal. He fuss some more with the bag, pull out a plastic bottle with some neon colored liquid and vigorously empty it. As he makes a pause to exhale loudly he catches a glimpse of you staring. You look away. He continues unabashed and unabated. He is not oblivious but arrogant, you conclude. Used to do what he wants and get away with it. Next you dare sneak a peek he is undressing, removing his thick sweatshirt and revealing a sleeveless cotton shirt. After scratching himself on the chest, under the shirt, and doing some swings in the air, he starts to methodically flex his muscles, group after group. It’s mesmerizing. Whatever disdain you have for this crude, rude punk you can’t help but to marvel at what he has created. He turn his head, looking straight at you, and you realize that you have been caught staring. 

A smile breaks out on his face. A smug gotcha face. “I thought so” he says, looking at you. Then one of his large hands dive into the flimsy pockets of the track pants and pull out a crumpled receipt. He picks a pen from the outer pocket of the bag, scribbles something on it, and folds it. He stands up, grabs his bag, and just as he is leaving he hands you the piece of paper. You are confused as to exactly what just happened. As he leaves, your mind races through options, trying to decide what you most want the scribbles to say.

What do you think it says? What do you do about it?

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