You mean to do a good thing. Get some excercise. Save the planet from your auto exhaust, or a taxi cab's auto exhaust. You walk to downtown Boston on a brisk St. Paddy's Day afternoon. You don't go anywhere near Southie. You go to a chamber music concert. You grab a bite to eat afterwards. It's not very late, but it's very cold and windy. Your aging brain thinks it might be a good idea to take the T home (using the discounted geezer pass, of course).
Your aging brain thinks it might be a good idea to squeeze onto the train. You are able to extract your phone from your pocket. You don't know where to look next. You try in vain to get a shot of the beer cans.
No, young man in the green hoodie, I won't be investing in your restaurant, even if it is healthy fast food. I don't think your blond friend who's standing on the seat will be investing either. You might try Hong Kong. I think you're already famous there courtesy of the nice lady in the leopard coat standing beside me who was filming the whole thing and transmitting "Happy St. Patrick's Day" video messages to all the folks at home.
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Foolish, indeed, to venture out on the good saint's day. I went grocery shopping, and was heading home from Whole Food just as the Charles Street T-station was disgorging a crowd o' revelers coming from the parade in Southie.
Fortunately,it was still early. I heard that later in the evening, the sidewalks were paved with vomit...
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