Looking Away from Cray Cray

Just realized this guy who's loudly rapping is looking me dead in my face, ahhh! He's taken crazy up a notch by adding a dance to his vocals. And I'm looking away because, while you can politely smile at strangers, you can't politely smile at crazy people. Plus I'm trying not to laugh. Crazy people latch on faster and I don't need new friends. Here's to staring straightfaced out the window.

More Than Words?

MBTA Commuters are awesomely resourceful in their travels, even without full command of English. A really old Vietnamese man just walked by me, slowing down just long enough to ask "what number?" referring to the parked bus. I didn't know, so he asked the older man sitting on the bench, who told him "gone. bathroom" and then gestured with urgency for him to sit. I totally got the convo in just three words. And for the next few minutes, I too waited for the driver's bathroom break to end.

20 Degrees

It's 20 degrees out... I get that we have to stand by, but what's the rationale for keeping the doors open? Ohhh, passengers, I get it... I'm still cold though.

This Is a PSA!

FYI, there is such a thing as being too close, even while commuting herd-style on the T. I thought this would be fairly obvious, but just to reiterate: just because we're on the Cambridge-bound redline does not mean we're headed to Europe with its small notions of personal body space. When I'm facing a wall, do not lean into my back or I will get my self-defense articles. Got me?