I got to Government Center at 6:04, with an E line arriving immediately. I sat on a bench to wait for the next train, listening to music and BlackBerrying as I usually do. A young woman approached me, probably in her early 20s. "Excuse me," she said, timidly. Normally, lost tourists approach you this way. I try to be friendly, to improve Boston's reputation. So I looked at her and said, politely, "Yes?" "The other day," she begins, "I was sitting here, or maybe at the next bench over--" She gestures, and I'm thinking, Is she going to tell me she lost something? Does she know how many people go through this station every day? "And a man came up and flashed me," she finishes. I kind of just stared at her for a second, because this was not what I had expected. "What?" I said, stupidly, finally. "You know," she said, and gestured meaningfully to her crotch. I just kind of blinked at her, trying to figure out what was going on and how I'd gotten involved in it. "I..." I said, and then kind of shrugged helplessly. "Does that happen often?" she asked me, earnestly. I now believe I must have been part of some weird prank college students were playing, and this is why Bostonians are not friendly to strangers. Luckily, a D line was pulling in now, and I gratefully seized the excuse to get up. "No, I've never heard of it before," I told the young lady, calmly, and then got on the train.
Weird.
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