On a nice day in a New York City park, the the ladies from the The Outdoor Co-ed Topless Pulp Fiction Appreciation Society gathered to read their books. Topless, of course. Perfectly legal in NYC, by the way.
“At first, no one seemed to take notice of us — so much so that our [New York Times] reporter friend commented on it, amazed that the presence of half a dozen women relaxing topless in a public space attracted not a single stare or rude comment. But like most things that seem too good to be true, it was: after perhaps half an hour, a police car cruised slowly to a stop alongside us and the officers inside sheepishly indicated they’d received several calls to 911 complaining of our presence. Because, you know. Breasts. Clearly they require armed men in uniform to subdue.”
Arrests? Police brutality?
Hardly. Click on the photo to find out what happened.