On the rare days that my train is on time, I arrive in Penn Station at 8:23 a.m. Regardless, I am generally there by 9 a.m. I also should point out that I sleep on the train, so I’m not all that alert when I am getting off the train. Until my Starbucks is in hand, I’m in my own world, surrounded by whatever music is playing on my iPod.

I recently noticed this couple that takes the same train as me. I don’t think they sit in the same car that I do, but then again, I sleep. Aside from the guy who sits next to me, gross snoring man who sits behind us, and the lady I refer to as “Spanish Si Lady” (she speaks Spanish on her cell phone, yet all you ever hear is very loud “Si! Si!”), I couldn’t tell you who ten people in my train car are.

Anyhow, this couple gets off the train and stands to the side of the stairs on the platform and they literally swallow each other. This isn’t a sweet kiss goodbye; it’s straight up “let’s get it on”. They have their hands seriously all over each other, and this morning, he smacked her on the ass.

Does anyone really need to see this at 8:30 in the morning? What do they do on the train? I’m actually curious. The only reasonable explanation I have is that they’re having an affair.

Otherwise, I just don’t get it.

It’s pretty gross, though.