A heard a funny little exchange on the 39 bus around midnight on Friday.

I was sitting on the bus towards the front with one massive guy in front of me and his buddy on the left. Both were carrying little gym bags, I assumed they were coming home from work or going to stay at the YMCA, which is on that route.
Right before we get to Northeastern University the bus picks up some rather drunk college kids. One is working the “very extroverted & awkwardly drunk” thing and attempts to shake the massive guy’s hand. The giant kind of just ignores him. The kid trys again, “let’s shake!” – his shaggy head unable to understand why someone would not want to shake his hand… no luck. This giant of a man is probably the last person I would try to make do anything he didn’t want to…

Drunk guy drifts off into boozeland and loudly tells his buddies, one wearing what looks to be a brandnew pbr hat, the white is almost unbearable to look at and putting decent pbr drinkers to shame, about how shitcanned he is.

So those jokers get off after a couple stops, likely going back to there dorm room to try to drink some more before some violent “making sick” is carried out.

The giant’s friend turns to him, almost giggling: “Those guys were really drunk”

G: “Yeah, I remember getting that drunk…”

GF: “Oh yeah”

G: “You know what I should have said to them? that I wasn’t trying to be mean, not shaking his hand, I was just jealous of him, that they can still get drunk.”

I don’t ever really think to much about drink a couple brewdogs & chilling out on a Friday night, kinda made me realize what I take for granted. Deep, right?