Didn't I promise you a T story?
During my ... hmmm... let's see...
6 plus months on the T every morning and evening; I haven't yet ridden on a T that was any of the following:
-Free of "stuck doors"
-Free of drunk jerks who just HAVE to stand right in my face (the smell of the alcohol makes me dizzy and nauseated)
-Free of BU kids...This one will never happen, unless I switch out of the Green line
-Free of a head banger and a goth chick making out heavily
-Free of some middle aged man breathing down that metallic and slightly garlic breath
-Free of someone asking for money in a Starbucks or a Au Bon Pain cup ( I'm sorry, but if I saw a bum with a Dunkey Ds cup vs a Starbucks cup? I don't know about you, but I'd be more likely to give my change to the bum with a DD cup)
There are many more, but where's the fun in revealing it all at once?
oh, one more... I really hate it when people try to peep at what I'm reading. GET YOUR OWN DAMN METRO!! THEY ARE FREE!!!
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