Are you kidding morning peep show frequenter?

I'm back working in Manhattan. Luckily the place where I am working is close enough to my apartment that I don't have to wake up too early and can walk across town to the office. Walking across town entails going west of 32nd or 33rd depending on how crowded 32nd is. On this particular day I reached 33rd and 6th Ave just like any other day. Except on this day I saw you, morning peep show frequenter. I saw you walking out of the shady establishment with a big red "Adult DVD's" sign hanging above it, not looking ashamed or embarrassed. No. I saw you leave that place as if you just stopped into Starbucks for an espresso and maybe a muffin (I don't know how hungry you were, but considering your morning activities let's assume you are). You looked like it was totally normal for you to be leaving a one stop porn shop at 9am. I thought it was a little strange, but chalked it up to one of those freak things that you only see once and didn't think much of it after that. Until the next day. Because on the next day I left my apartment, headed west on 33rd, and as sure as Showtime is the best channel for summer television (No really it is, just by its Monday nights alone) there you were, walking out of the porn palace. Are you kidding morning peep show frequenter? While most people are trying to beat the morning commute, you're trying to beat something else. I guess I could understand if this was 1980, and the Busty Babes 7 VHS was hard to come by, but with the invent of the internet you really have no excuse. I always wondered what type of person would work at such a place, let alone go there. How about you take a page from Steve Job's book and in public places instead of yourself, you touch your phone (but wait untill July 11th because that's when the new phone comes out. And buying one now would be a waste of money.)