Ah, the chocolate drug
With each EL train ride I take, overheard conversations continue to amaze me.
Sunday, July 13; 10:34pm:
-- Two Portillo's workers hop on the blue line, chatting informally when one announces, "I made brownies last night. Then I traded them for weed."
-- Following this statement, an overserved man then boarded the train [solo] and sat behind us, repeating to himself, "That was AMAZING. Oh man, that was good. INSANE! What an experience!" He was so excited about whatever happened that we almost wanted to ask him what kind of experience he just had, but we didn't. Safety first, afterall.
Sunday, July 13; 10:34pm:
-- Two Portillo's workers hop on the blue line, chatting informally when one announces, "I made brownies last night. Then I traded them for weed."
-- Following this statement, an overserved man then boarded the train [solo] and sat behind us, repeating to himself, "That was AMAZING. Oh man, that was good. INSANE! What an experience!" He was so excited about whatever happened that we almost wanted to ask him what kind of experience he just had, but we didn't. Safety first, afterall.
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