i spent most of the day trying to dry off my jeans that were soaked through waiting for the bus this morning, as well as avoiding any and all reason to leave the office until absolutely necessary because new england is in the clutches of a particularly fiesty storm. mind you, i love the rain. warm summer showers & thunderstorms of flashy awesomeness are great. not the key word: warm. this onslaught of rain is not in the slightest bit awesome, even if the wind does manage to make the raindops fall horizontally…i am not amused. furthermore, it just goes to strengthen the sinking feeling i’ve been getting (along with periodically achy kneecaps) that my hopes for a lovely, colorfull fall were foolish and winter is already creeping in to set up camp for the next 50 billion months.
the T must be thinking the same thing, because it has promptly decided to stop functioning in any way even remotely close to useful or efficient. i’m starting to think i should invest in a pack of sledding dogs for the winter, and mayhaps a kicky sled for them to drag me on. because it would surely be a better deal than standing on random bus corners wishing my possibly imaginary bus will show up sometime in the next century, or eeking along on some random dilapidated B-line train as geriatric pedestrians blow past. then again, being crushed up against a bunch of damp, cranky, smelly strangers like so many rotting sardines in a can is pretty sexy. highlight of the damned day, yo. it’s only better if you have to use your umbrella to beat off your fellow commuters (i know what i said) just to get out the damned door at your stop. because, you know, the T is so damned exciting and fun to ride on that everyone wants to join in. like, right now! no, NOW! even if you’re halfway down the steps out…i’m sure they’re only thinking out for your well-being, not wanting you to give up your precious public transportation time so soon…cuz you know, people are nice like that.
but really…honestly…who am i kidding, anyway?
i am so the T’s bitch.
damn.
