Riding the subway is gonna be fun again.
And it's been years since I've seen a guy at the urinal next to me in Grand Central diddle himself while watching me.
Imagine walking near the Port Authority Bus Terminal on your way to work one mid-December morning and having some creature grab your briefcase. Not hard enough to take it away from you, but just hard enough to rub it up against his crotch while he sings "Jingle Bells" to you.
You can't make that sh!t up.