Bus Buddy

So, I had a T-friend, a bus buddy. I've moved now, and hopefully will find a new buddy soon, but for a few months it was quite comforting to exchange niceties - albeit non verbal greetings, big smiles and waves - with a total stranger. Obviously we were neighborhood buddies, so we sometimes even saw each other while out strolling through Slummerville. In any event, it added some friendliness to my S'ville days.

Domestic Dispute

Surprisingly this is a first for me. I've heard arguments on the Boston Commons, in the Public Gardens, one-sided cell phone fights, even people in the streets that I've subsequently called the po-po about... still this is my first time seeing a couple argue on the T...interesting.

Bouncy House Bus

Sir, I actually RAN to catch this bus and was bumped around less while in mid-sprint than what you're doing to this bus right now. This is OUT of control. How recently did you learn to drive...? because this amateur-level of acceleration and brakeage is almost enough for me to get off and walk the two miles. Cut the crazy!!

4-Inches of Fab

From home to the bus stop is normally a 4-minute walk. But lately, I've been wearing my latest and greatest 4" heel sandals... (There's a green patent leather strip across my toes, I haaad to get them.) Anyhow, one look down at my feet and I'm reminded there will be NO running in these bad boys. Slow strolling it alllll the way. Here's to hoping I'll still catch the bus, or the 4-minute walk to the train just turned into 15-minute slow stroll...

The Man Purse

Did the fashion world ever come up with an acceptable name (or excuse) for the "man-purse"? I dunno, but what we have here looks like a black leather, Armani Exchange engraved bag, about the quarter of the size of a satchel. Maybe the world - or just this young gent - is coming to terms with unisex accessories... If not though, please let me know what I'm supposed to call this.

Fooled me once, not again!

#1 - I already learned my lesson to NOT give out my name or any other info to a teetering tottering drunk man hovering over me and swaying in the aisle of the train. Really sir? Its only 10pm... Maybe you could've waited until like midnight to look this crazy? #2 - dude at downtown crossing who hops on the red and orange lines and always asks for change to get on the commuter rail to see an ailing family membet. We've ALL heard it before, dude. Stop. Just, stop. Seriously, i hope everyone's ok...