DIRTY BASEMENT PORNO STORE

Every day on my way to work, as I exit at the subway system, I walk by a porno store whose entryway is in the subway station stairwell. And miraculously, one-third of the time I see professional-looking grown men exiting said store during regular business commuting hours.

This made me wonder:

Are you really buying porno at 9am on your way to work?

That's a pretty bold move, to do your porno shopping at the subway stop many of your co-workers probably use to commute. Running into a co-worker following your skin-flick purchase probably gives rise to an awkward situation.

"Hey Bill, did you just come out of that dirty porno store?"

"Um, no."

"Yes you did, you have a bag of pornos in your hand."

"These? They're not for me. They're for my friend who likes porno."

"Whatever, pervert."

And if they don't work in the neighborhood, my question is this:

How far do you have to travel from where you live and work to comfortably visit a porn shop?

One block? One mile? It sort of makes me sad. I like porn as much as the next guy. But these are 45 and 50 year old men. Maybe they don't know about the internet yet, but it's got to be pretty degrading to be getting that old and still buying porno from some dirty basement store.

Who knows, maybe they sell stamps down there.