Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's shirt
A reader shared his own story last week.
So I'm riding northbound on the Red Line one night after class and work. It's probably around 9 p.m.
As I'm riding, I notice a guy staring at me. He soon approaches me, and begins a conversation with: "Do you have another shirt on under that one?"
"Do you have another shirt on?"
"Oh, (uncomfortable silence). Do you have another one in your bag?"
What, no, I don't have any other shirts . . . why
"I like your shirt." (More uncomfortable silence.) "That's a great shirt, can I have it?"
"I'll trade you my shirt for it."
"I'll trade you my shirt and $20."
What? NO, no way!
Luckily by this time we had reached my stop. But that was truly a first in many years of riding the Red Line.