Green Line Oracles, 6 Train up and then 6 Train down, first and last ride of the day.

1.
Woman walking with purpose, belly out:
You got to be careful, he got the pills, she got the pills.
Not entirely sure who she was speaking to, too affixed on the Oracle.

2.
Yours truly, after a full night of grad school imbibing with colleagues old and newbie, watching three trackmen working on the quiet 4 Train tracks, flashlights out and down about 100' from where I am impatiently awaiting the 6. One man walks along and over the top of the third rail, without fear.

Deducement:
1.
You never do know what lurks in the pockets, the secret compartments, of others.
2.
You don't always need to fear the third rail. The reaper, yes, the third rail, no.

Love Oracles.