WTF Boston?
The train is standing room only when I board it in the mornings. This morning, two young, casually dressed, 20-somethings were flirting with each other, speaking in very thick Southie accents. They were even engaging in some mock jealousy whenever the jostling train bumped the woman into another passenger. She accidentally hip checked me a couple of times and she made a clearly jocular crack about keeping my hands to myself. This was pretty normal until the girl started complaining about "animals" reading "murder guides" on the "T." This got my attention and I looked up. Both of them were looking down at a seated man.
The seated man was African American, 20 something, in blue scrubs and wearing a badge on a lanyard around his neck clearly identifying him as a Doctor and a blood donor. The "murder guide" was video of open heart surgery he was watching on his tablet.
They whispered and muttered to each for a few minutes. I couldn't make much out aside from a few macho promises of defense by the guy. When they got off the train, the seated doctor burst out with laughter he'd clearly been working very hard to hold in. He was still smiling and smirking when he got off at MGH a couple stops later.
The seated man was African American, 20 something, in blue scrubs and wearing a badge on a lanyard around his neck clearly identifying him as a Doctor and a blood donor. The "murder guide" was video of open heart surgery he was watching on his tablet.
They whispered and muttered to each for a few minutes. I couldn't make much out aside from a few macho promises of defense by the guy. When they got off the train, the seated doctor burst out with laughter he'd clearly been working very hard to hold in. He was still smiling and smirking when he got off at MGH a couple stops later.