An MBTA Red Line moment
Coming home after dinner in the North End with my 20-year-old daughter, we were riding the Red Line. A real South Shore townie was further up in the car--excuse me, the cahr--talking loudly on a cell phone.
Suddenly, the rest of the passengers were riveted as the guy said in the most surprised voice, "You need a rubber for a blow job?"
Of course, he pronounced it rubba...