We're on our way home last night after seeing a great (read: funny) stand-up comedy show. In the subway station, we get in line to ride the streetcar to our hostel.
Four minutes to go.
I discover I'm not holding a token in my hand, and can't recall putting it in my pockets. I start digging around in them, just in case. I look over, horrified. I lost my token! How am I going to get on the streetcar without payment?
He starts looking too, but can't find his either.
After several long seconds of searching,
"Oh yeah! We used them to get into the Metro station!"
Pause.
Then, "I wish we were drunk, and not sober. Then we'd have an excuse."
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