Draining the Tributaries

I get off of the train and a crowd from a Queens-bound F Train is pouring down the train. I can feel the wind from the pressure shift, and I wonder if I can catch the train about to pull out of the station, but then also I'm thinking, My God, all of these people have had sex. Ok, not all of them, but like 95% of these people have had sex before - especially because it's around 3:00 and most of the people coming down the stairs look like either the type of people who don't have to work that much (lots of time for sex) or students of some kind (ditto, maybe).

There are a few who look downturned, I'll say harassed maybe, but their harassments are leisurely - these are the harassments of dry cleaning not being ready, or bad service at a restaurant, as opposed to the kind of harassments that come from .gov email addresses. And to them I say, good for you for not being virgins.