creeeeepin'

While on the elevator today I heard a lovely conversation between two girls talking about dayglow. "he kept grabbing my boob while we were dancing." I had to laugh at that, I mean you can't tell me you would just sit there nonchalantly as you hear this. I'm thinking how can you guys possibly be comfortable just openly talking about getting fondled around a group of people in the elevator? I mean at least wait until your out of the elevator to continue the conversation. Anyway, her friend then laughs and proceeds to tell her about the boy that wouldn't leave her alone at the club. really? you let an inebriated guy feel your boob then expect to lose him? Needless to say I was extremely happy when those doors opened.