The only time I was in Boston, my girlfriend and I ran for the subway before the door closed. A guy held the door, I thanked him, and he turned to his friend and said “See, not everyone is a dick, asshole.” Or was it “not everyone is an asshole, dick.” But it was pretty on brand.
I got a lift from a tourist from Boston when I was hitchhiking from Falkland to Auchtermuchty in Scotland
He had an A4 sheet of paper that his wife had taped to the front of the glove box that said “LEFT YA FUCKIN BOZO” to make sure he stayed on the
rightwrong side of the roadI had a wonderful experience during my brief stay in Boston. I wandered out of the hotel to find a gentleman in what could only be described as Reinfair garb, asked him where I could find a good bar. “You wanna go tah a fhuckin’ bhar? C’mon, get in my car - I’ll take you to a fhuckin’ bhar.”
I proceeded to get into a car with a complete stranger, went to a hole in the wall pub and chatted for a bit while some terrible live music played. Everybody was really friendly and I have nothing but positive things to say about the place.
I cannot imagine the confidence or, alternatively, the self-destruction necessary to get into the car of a random stranger. I am in awe.