November 14, 2005 - Big Decision

At what point do you help the lady who is fighting through the closing T door? I say never. Why? Well, first of all, the door is closing and you fighting to make T and having the doors reopen causes a delay. Secondly, when those doors reopen to let your lazy body in, someone else is bound to do the same thing. That is why I say this list of qwirky, obnoxious comments to the trapped lady whose eyes say, "help me," when the door is taking her torso and I am very able to help her out, but don't:

1. Now that was a close call!
2. Should've ran!
3. These T's with their doors. What a joke!

November 10, 2005 - Are you "That Guy?"

There are many versions of what "that guy" can be. First of all, they can be male or female, or even a mix of both. Secondly, they can do many things, including the one I am about to explain. However, every time 'that guy' does the act, you know you've seen it before, and you hate them - unless you ARE 'that guy.'

'That Guy' - version 1.0 - When that guy runs for the T and the doors are closing, but he manages to get on by pushing people on the steps and squeezing in. Not only does 'that guy' not take the comfort of other people into consideration, but 'that guy' could be in such an awkward position, that you may mistake them for your spouse.

When the doors close and you see people running, there is a solid chance that someone will squeeze and work their way into the cramped, crowded T. Next time this happens to you, stick an elbow out as a welcoming gift.

November 8, 2005 - That Warm Spot

I wonder who controls the heat on the T. Just because the temperature outside is in the lower 50's, doesn't mean that inside it is the same. See, there are these things called doors. And doors lock the cold weather out, for the most part. Add the fact that there are 100+ people cramped together each hoping that the latest buzz is the AC turning on. Nope, never is, never will be. Instead we all have to stand up, sweating, and waiting for our conductor to mumble our next spot.

But that is not why I write today. I wanted to talk about something much smaller, but much more important in the commute - the warm spot. Next time, when someone grabs the bar to brace themselves, watch their hands jerk to a cold spot because there is nothing good about the warm spot. I never let go of a handle because not only do I not want to search for less infected area, but I don't want someone touching my warm spot. But it is funny if you catch someone touching your warm spot. You always feel better when you stand up, grab the railing and it is cold.

When warm, be warned. When cold, grab a hold.

November 6, 2005 - Dude, Halloween is over

So, as my first post, let me explain what I am trying to do. I am letting the general public get inside my head about what I think when on the T in Boston. As I kick this thing off, I will try to tell funny and odd stories, but you never know, some serious thoughts may occur.

I was on the T on November 1, going to work. Halloween was the previous night, and you just knew that some fool would walk on the T in costume. I was hoping to see a devil or maybe a vampire making the 'walk of shame.' However, what I saw boggled my mind. Hopping on the T in the middle car (not the end or the back, but smack in the middle) was 'superman,' or as I will now call him, 'super-moron.' Dress in a blue underarmour shirt with a red cape attached via safety pins, 'super-moron' walked on the T to a mixed crowd of students and business people - all of which where laughing.

Now, why wouldn't the guy take the red cape off? Does the piece of red fabric mean THAT much to you? Is it necessary? Take it off, roll it up if you want to keep it, or make one of those trash bins useful and throw it away. Then, hop on the T in your 'workout' clothes and not a costume that makes you the talk off the morning at the water cooler - or the first post of my Boston T blog.