Beyond bad manners

Like most bus chicks, I’ve seen my share of PDAs. But never, in all my years riding Metro, have I seen anything like what Last Days Hot Tipper Dale witnessed on the 43 earlier this month. (Warning: The content of this column isn’t exactly family friendly–though I’m guessing most seasoned bus chicks can handle it. If you no like, blame my friend Tama, who sent it to me.)

I’m generally a “live and let live” kind of bus chick (bus fouls don’t usually elicit more than an eye roll), but this is no mere foul. If I were Dale, I would have (not-so-politely) asked these guys to take their amorous activities elsewhere. Yeesh.

Boy kissing wrapped bus
A more appropriate form of bus luh