My fave MBTA story was when my now husband and I were out for drinks and taking the T to get to the bar. Without getting into too much detail, we had been friends for like 7 or 8 years at that point, but he had moved to another part of the country so we barely saw each other for the past 5 years. We weren't exactly on a date, but he was in town because he was thinking about moving back. We were (obviously) sitting next to each other but at the moment weren't talking (nothing awkward, just comfortable silence while traveling).

Two drunk Southie dudes came into our car. One of them said something to me, I think he complemented me or something. He kept talking to me, and now husband jumped in to the conversation as well. His friend kept trying to pull him away and was like, "bro, they're on a date. Leave them alone, kid," and eventually drunk guy #1 was lile, "are you on a date??" And we were both like uuuhhhh ??? And he was like, "I just meeted them!" (meaning that he introduced us) and kept arguing with his buddy about how we clearly were strangers. He and I were laughing our asses off, and eventually we got to our stop so we stood up to get off and drunk guy #1 kept being like, "you guys are lucky I meeted you! Don't forget I meeted you!"

We talk all the time about how we're only married because a drunk dude from southie meeted us on the T.