|The Scene of the Crime|
CW's trip to NY wasn't totally crime free. Though I'm glad to report the city's cops and security were on full alert for the anniversary of 9-11, inspecting trucks, panel vans (would be pervs), and suspicious people at just about every intersection, it didn't stop yours truly from being accosted in public.
That's right, I was the victim of a man on man, semi-erotic, assault...in a revolving door. And I guess it's true what the experts say, most assaults of a sexual nature are perpetrated by someone you know.
It all went down while exiting the World Financial Center, there I am, minding my own business, entering the revolving door, completely unaware of the crime about to be perpetrated upon me. I make the initial push into the 3x3 cube of glassed in space, everything is fine up to this point. I take my first step, go to make my second, and it happens. My shoe is stuck. Thinking I'm caught in the door I let out a pannicked "AHH." I look back, it's much worse. I'm now jammed awkwardly inside of this glass cube of emotion, dick to ass, with one of our road trip companions. Embarrasment, shame, and a whole mixed range of emotions ensue. Our girlfriends laugh uproaresley. Apparently our dirty deed was something of humor to them. Callous.
We frantically walked back to our hotel rooms after the incident and showered away the experience, but I fear the shame and humiliation (or at least the inevitable jokes from the girls) will haunt us forever.