Just Another Day...

Join me in my day-to-day adventures in the magical world of public transit, where everything is made up and the points don't matter.  Feel free to share your own tales and I will figure out how to post them!

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My morning train was actually a few minutes early this morning, I was really impressed. The MBTA karma gods must’ve realized their mistake though, because now my train home is delayed. And I can guarantee it’s going to be more than a few minutes late… TGIF?

TbThursday… kinda

Ok so this happened a few days ago, so I guess it’s technically a TbT… but whatever.
It’s that time of year where people are gonna start getting sick. I respect the people who have a cold but come to work anyways, because who can afford to take a day off or the sniffles right? But if you can’t stop coughing for a whole 5 minutes, maybe you SHOULD STAY HOME, but that’s none of my business. This was the case on the train a couple if days ago. Coughing girl was clearly feeling under the weather, but for some reason had come into work. We were in the quiet car, so naturally all of her coughs were very conspicuous. When we were approaching one I the stops, I hear her say to another passenger: “I’m sorry my sickness is ruining your day”. At the time I wasn’t sure what prompted this, but I had to surprises a giggle none the less. So about 10 minutes later I got up to leave and I see that coughing girl is on the outer end of the three-seater, and the women in the middle looks miserable and is holding a tissue over her nose and mouth. Right before I passed them, the person in the one-seater offers to switch with coughing girl. The girl thanks her, they switch, and as I’m exiting the train I hear coughing girl say “At least there are some nice people left in the world”


Short trains mean standing room only after the first stop :|

Live from the train platform: 2 MBTA customer assistance employees look for an item that someone dropped onto the tracks. Employee 1 arrives on the scene first, flashlight in hand. Flashlight is not strong enough, so he uses phone light instead. Employee 2 shows up with a broom, does nothin except ask employee 1 questions, employee 1 is not happy. Employee 2 leaves, and onlookers assist Employee 1 with the search. They seem to have found something, but conclude that they should probably wait for rush hour to end before hopping onto the tracks to investigate further. What an exciting day!

I almost missed my train this morning because the guy in front of us was letting the WHOLE DAMN TOWN pass by before taking his left turn. Where are Massholes when you need them?

Can we all take a moment to think about spatial awareness… you DO NOT have enough room to sway back and forth if you keep bumping into the person standing next to you. And besides, the platform is crowded enough without you dancing along to your music. I’m all for spontaneous dancing, but in this case let’s just keep it to a lively foot tap please.

I pulled up to the station this morning, only to discover that everyone was leaving the inbound platform and crossing the street to the outbound one. Confused, I decided to follow. To my surprise, the train pulls up driving on the wrong side of the tracks. And so it was for a good part of the trip, without any explanation.


Last week I mentioned seeing someone walk into a glass door for the second time, so I thought I’d share the story of my first:

On my walk to and from work, I pass through an automatically revolving glass door.  On this particular day, I was heading inside and I could see a guy making his way outside.  Unfortunately for him, his timing and basic understanding of glass were off that day because he totally walked full force into the glass window just before the opening.  On the bright side he wasn’t injured, although perhaps a little embarrassed.  It took all of my strength and concentration to not laugh right in his face, but somehow I managed.

I realized today that having the widow seat on a train is totally different and way less awesome than having the window seat on an airplane. Especially in the 3 seater. But on a funny note, the guy sitting next to me this morning nearly jumped into my lap when an Acela train flew by the window.

Yesterday I noticed that they put in new lights at the station, but I have to wonder why. The trains have ridiculously huge headlights, so it’s not like they can’t see. Realistically, it’s probably for employees that have to go down there and do maintenance or something, but here are a few other explanations:
The trains are afraid of the dark
The mice were complaining that they couldn’t see
They wanted us passengers to see just how dirty everything is
What new lights? Those have always been there…
 Also, fun side note: When I took this photo, I was trying to be all sneaky and take it without anyone noticing. However, my phone betrayed me and the flash went off… ever feel like everyone on a packed train platform was staring at you? I have.
Wow. This is just perfect

Throwing it back, because it’s Thursday

I’m not sure how many TbT’s I can manage with my stories alone, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.

I had just gotten minor surgery done on my toe.  I boarded a very crowded train at the end of a long day and realized I would have to stand for the whole way back; disappointing, but not unmanageable, even with a gimpy toe.  Anyways, a kind gentleman sitting down must have noticed my heavily bandaged toe (I was wearing flip flops, so it didn’t take superpowers to see).  He got up and offered me his seat and I accepted with gratitude.  While this in itself makes a great story, I’m actually not finished.  You see, this man happened to be sitting next to an older woman… a very tired older woman.  For the whole ride I was stuck with the difficult decision of either feeling uncomfortable and letting her sleep on my shoulder, or feeling guilty as I accidentally-on-purpose nudged her to wake her up.  I initially went with option two, until I realized that resistance was futile and she was gonna sleep wherever she damn-well pleased.

And that’s the story of why I’m grateful for a kind stranger unintentionally putting me in an awkward and uncomfortable situation.


So of course the day after I decide to start documenting my commuting adventures nothing exciting happens. But while at work, for the second time in my life, I saw a guy walk into a glass door. It was someone our group had been talking to, so it was socially acceptable for us all to burst out laughing. Which is lucky cuz I might’ve done it anyway.

The start of something wonderful…

Ok so I have haven’t use this thing in forever, but boy is that about to change. Starting now I’ll be chronicling my day-to-day commuting adventures as a public transit user. There may be other posts sprinkled in there of random things that I find amusing, but we’ll just have to see what happens. So for my very first post, I give you this:

I was waiting on the platform for my usual train as people were boarding Acela train that usually precedes it. When it seemed like everyone had boarded, the conductor went inside and shut the doors so that they could go. So as the Acela train is moving forward, this girl pushed her way forward with her suitcase and starts banging on the door because she wants to be let in. Now let me repeat that: this girl wanted a MOVING ACELA TRAIN filled with people to STOP SHORT because she couldn’t make it to the platform on time. Needless to say she was not successful. So as the train continued forward, she yelled “Are you fucking kidding me?!” And stormed off.

One of my favorite bobs burgers moments

(Source: a-night-in-wonderland, via bobsburgersquotes)