since the move i’ve been taking the T to work again, and thus have struck up my vicious feud with the MBTA. getting to work on time is a fucking ordeal, and once it warms up i’m just walking my happy ass down to the bus or something because seriously, seriously fuck the T. fuck the green line, fuck the schedules, fuck the conductors, fuck the red line, fuck the trains, fuck.it.all.
fuck it.
oh, and i’m being re-acquainted with the extra special brand of people that crowd the B-line every morning. which, the boy is right, it’s not as bad as the D-line or any of the orange line trains — those have the market on sketchy freak-ass weirdos completely cornered. but, at least on the bus there’s only a few people you have to contend with. on the train, having to ride multiple trains to work, you come in contact with a whole lot more specialness. and a whole lot more douchebaggery. the people who don’t let you off the train when it’s your fucking stop, then act all put out because you dare to get past them…these are the same kinds of people that double-park in the middle of a narrow, one-way, ice-covered street as if it’s no big deal. fuckers.
today’s trip included some extra specialness that i’m sure i could’ve done without. from the boy with too much hair product, a red & gold adidas jacket, and (get this) white glasses frames — that’s right, just the frames, no lenses, not real glasses! — frontin’ like he owned the damn train. to the woman who most likely had some sort of growth trying to eat its way out of her stomach. to the endless hos tramping around on the train in jeans so low they might as well be denim legwarmers and motherfucking stilettos — in winter, in the slush, wtf?! i do not miss the train one bit.
i relish the fact that i’ll be within the confines & comfort of my own beautiful car tomorrow as i go to & from work. really, it’s the kind of peace and quiet i need. solitude and freedom. even if it is for a simple 10 minute break each way.
it is well worth it.
