Today at lunch, I look over from the line at the soup place and see a woman taking off her shirt. I think, this must be an accident, she's not standing in One Market taking off her shirt, she must be taking off a sweatshirt and her shirt is slipping up. But no. She was taking off her shirt. I stand there staring as any good perv would, then notice that behind her is my buddy Glen. The stripper is his friend!