Gorgeous Lady Reading Fifty Shades of Grey on Crowded Rush Hour B Train Tonight: An Imagined Internal Monologue:
"Yeah, bitch, I know you’re taking my picture, but nice try.
Notice that I’m on PAGE THREE of this fucking thing.
I’m just getting through the stupid exposition so I’ll be exactly at the first sex part when I go to bed later in my apartment that is much nicer than yours.
It’s called “Time management.” I’m a CEO or some shit and this kind of thing that I’m doing right now is exactly why.
So keep taking my picture while craning your neck to “look at your phone.” I do.not.give.a.fuck. I am the coolest person in this city right now, and everyone on this train knows it.”