A few weeks ago I left work a bit later than I should have, so I ended up catching a later bus. When I arrived at the bus stop, a gentleman who looked unsure about whether he was at the right bus stop, approached me. He me asked how to get to Porter Square, Cambridge from the stop. I told him he was at the right bus stop, and that from it's destination in Harvard Square, he could take a train to Porter Square. It turns out I was headed the same route, one train stop further.
Then I asked him about his accent? He told me he was from Germany. I told him I was originally from Nigeria. Before you know it we were talking about world football (soccer in the U.S.), the different international leagues, their politics, pros and cons, the World Cup, and the future of the sport.
By the time he got off the train at Porter Square, you'd think we'd been long time acquaintances.
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