YOUNG WOMAN, practically screaming: Hello? ... Hello, yeah, I just want to tell you that I'm not speaking to you anymore. I'M NOT SPEAKING TO YOU ANYMORE! And you're never gonna get any more drugs from me. NO MORE DRUGS! And if I -- hello?!
She snaps her CELLPHONE shut angrily and glares out the window. The ASSORTED PASSENGERS try not to react. YOUR HUMBLE NARRATOR pretends to intently stare at the Orange Line Map. Presently an OLDER GENTLEMAN, dressed in the garb of a professional T rider, speaks up.
OLDER GENTLEMAN: He hung up on you, eh?
YOUNG WOMAN: Mind your business!
OLDER GENTLEMAN'S LADY FRIEND: You on the cellphone so loudly you made it our business.
YOUNG WOMAN: You mind your own fuckin business too!
The rest of the ride is spent in AWKWARD SILENCE.