The subway car emptied out after Central Square. A man moved to take one of the many empty seats next to me, and started talking to his friend across the aisle. This short unhurried exchange caught my ear:
“Hey. Thanks for [unintelligible]. I’ll do the same for you next weekend.”
“Next weekend…. Next weekend I could be in jail.”
“Yah, but if I don’t drink….” [pause]
“Yah but I been busted sober.”
“But if ya don’t drink….”
“Yah. OK.”