Overheard outside Wagamama in the Prudential Center... An ebullient, slender, middle-aged woman with short-cropped, blond hair was rubbing her midriff while carrying a Vineyard Vines shopping bag. Her companion was a sullen, doughy twenty-something. Their looks were similar enough that a mother-daughter assumption is justified.
Mother: "That was the most delicious noodle soup. I don't know where you can get such good soup anywhere else." She patted her small paunch while she said this.
The daughter rolled her eyes, looking downward in the direction of Olympia Sports: "There are a dozen places in Dorchester. Hell, half a dozen are in Field's Corner."
Mother: "I've never been to Dorchester."
Daughter: "You don't even know the Red Line goes past South Station."