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.