Irish Guy: So I end up banging this fat girl on a train in Vietnam.
IG: She stunk. The next day the other people in the cabin didn't talk to us. The day before they were all chatty, but the next day they were just like (silence).
IG: Pickins were slim. I mean, what else are you going to find on a train in Vietnam at 11:30 at night?
Me: You act like you're going out for a late-night meal!
Me: (Slight revulsion, but I kind of know what he means.)