PDA Close-ups...Over, and Over, and Over...

I get the feeling that PDAs aren't nearly as much of a faux pas in San Francisco as they are in New York, where they are positively unacceptable.  Nevertheless, the frequency with which the above scene occurs directly in front of me couldn't possibly be a coincidence.  Often, as these two did, both players give me a purposeful sly glance once or twice.  They always speak their syrupy exchange at an abnormally loud volume during these public pseudo-make-out sessions that generally go on for 20+ minutes.  You putzes are going to learn to leave me alone.  I promise.

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