girlfiend

A brief snow-penis-related post at Mac’s reminded me of this story that I don’t think I ever recounted here. Last year Boyfiend and I were out to breakfast at Little Pete’s at the Philadelphian, which is a restaurant on the ground floor of a building that’s so huge the residents never have to leave. (In addition to the restaurant, which is open at least 18 hours a day, the building is home to a market, pharmacy, dry cleaner, physical therapist, bank, travel agent, hair salon, doctors, accountants, lawyers, 2 swimming pools- 1 indoors, gym, and Dr. Sal Calabro of Howard Stern fame.)

We were seated by the windows which look out on the patio, slightly below Fairmount Avenue. As we perused our menus I noticed something odd on the wall outside. “Yo, is that a penis?” Peering closer, it appeared that yes, indeed it was a penis, just sitting out on the wall that separates the patio from the street. People walking on the street would see it if they looked down, people heading down the stairs to the restaurant would pass it at eye level. From our booth in the restaurant it looked as though the penis, a slightly larger than life size cock and balls, was carved from soap or a pretty big potato. It was rather rough looking, yet oddly graceful in it’s simplicity. We watched to see the reactions of passersby.

Only no one noticed. We became increasingly frustrated as not one person seemed to realize there was a penis sitting on the wall. One guy stood outside and smoked cigarette after cigarette, seemingly staring directly at the penis, yet not appearing to actually see it. Wanting someone else to share our secret, we started discussing the penis more loudly than acceptable in a public place. Still no one noticed. It became funnier and funnier that we were the only two people, besides the person or people who left it there, who knew there was a cock on the wall.