On the Brooklyn-bound 2 train, evening commute, a man and woman step into the car. They work together, but hadn’t left the office at the same time.
Woman: Hey, long time no see.
Man, looking distressed, nods at her.
Woman: Tough day?
Man: Yeah. Don’t feel well.
Woman: Sorry to hear it. Same issues?
Man: Can’t shake this pain in my stomach. Have to get a refill on the vicadin.
Woman: Vicadin! You shouldn’t be taking that. You’ll get addicted.
Man, shrugs: If you had pain like this, you’d take it too.
Woman: Seriously stop taking it. It’s addictive. Do you want that?
Man, looks her straight in the eye: I’m a grown man and I’ll take it if I need to.