When I was in law school, I worked late nights at FoxSports.com writing headlines for the late, west coast ball game wrap ups. Pretty depressing job, but it paid pretty well. One night on my way home, I saw a guy beating off on a Queens bound N train. Seriously. There was a woman sitting across from me and this guy was all the way down the other end of the car. We were the only 3 people in that car. I look down at one point and sure as I'm born, there he is, whacking away like its his job. I look at the woman, she at me (raised eyebrow), and I say "What the Fuck, man?!?!" He growled at me like a cornered animal, which, in a way, I guess he was. We went through to the next car and I told the conductor there was a guy spanking it two cars down. He looked like I'd just told there was gum on the floor or something.