I'm fitty years old man, Five Oh

While I was mulling over the metro this morning, coming to the conclusion that I am thankful we didn't move to Dorchester, a man sat down across the isle from me and had the most entertaining conversation with Casper. It went as such:

"I was just hangin' out."
"You cash your check yet?"
"I needta light my gas."
"You seen my electric bill?"
"I was just hangin' out."
"Just hangin' out."
"I ain't no faggot man, I was just hangin' out."
"Cash your check yet?"
"God bless you man."
"I was just hangin' out."

There is no doubt that on my full bus was he talking to anyone but Casper. To further entertain my morning my first bus driver was throughly proud of himself after fixing the ticket machine. After not charging passengers for several stops I hear him banging away at the machine, clinking of change depositing, and then finally the familiar ding of a charged card.
Throughout the bus I hear a very proud Bostonian voice shout out "I fiiixed it!"

I wonder what else the day has in store for me?