Variations on a theme...

I once had a big square unmarked styrofoam cooler full of seafood from a client that I was bringing home on the train. But I had almost an hour to kill before my commuter train left Boston’s North Station for home. I did what any Bostonian would do and went to the bar and drank. But whenever anyone asked what was in the cooler I said “donor organs”. If they seemed concerned I’d say, there’s plenty of time, and I’m paid by the hour.
 
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