The email came in: “You have any interest in photos of an old man who had his hand down a lady-friend’s shirt, cupping, rubbing her breast for close to 2 hours while watching the Yankees game last night?” I would say so.
Our tipster says this went down at The Ainsworth, a fairly classy joint:
They showed up halfway through the game, old man commenced breast groping, we and the dudes at the table between us noticed and were hysterical, he would stop, look at us, and then start up again a couple minutes later. Towards the end of the game she got up to go to the bathroom and never came back. He walked out alone.
Okay, that’s seriously weird. But, the inevitable question: which is stranger, the older fellow grabbing a piece in public, or the guy taking pictures of it?