T-Tales Part I

The only thing typical that happens on the T is that if you are coming from the C-line you will always be waiting longer than you should be. I was headed to Suffolk University, where I was trying to get some significant amount of work done for my graduate class in special topics in social media. I was on the T for about a minute, when an MBTA offical got into a screaming argument with a punkish looking guy about how he was hitting him with his bag. The guy screamed back apologizing for what he had done and continued to ask why he was picking on him when the woman next to him (around 75 was hitting him with her bag as well). I did not think it was apropriate for him to be yelling at this guy while he was in his work uniform and when millions of people hit each other with bags etc. everyday. However, at the same time I get incredibly irriated when people wack me with his or her bags, but at the same time I am guilty of wacking other people myself. The T was very crowded for 1:00 PM and I would have assumed this guy would have let it go.

The accused attacker asked the MBTA guy what his profession was in the MBTA. The MBTA guy then got all serious describing his position for about 5 minutes as a motor specialist, which I am still not sure at all what that does. The attacker then said he was a nurse. This was crazy to me because he had a very bad temper.......He works for Mass General so be warned!  After listening to these two gab on and on after screaming at each other seconds before, the old woman next to me got in on the conversation. She said she used to be a nurse and still works there part-time at a local hospital. The woman who quite possibly could have been senial yelled out where do you live to the guy who was a nurse. The male nurse (which I still find funny, I am sorry I just do), yelled at out address so practically my entire car could hear him. The woman then got excited and said she lived a few houses away on Saint Paul Street. Ironically, that is close to wear I live in Coolidge Corner. I especially found this amusing and irritating because what normal peopel would share ones address with a complete stranger and loudly enough for everyone in my car to hear.

I am all in favor of talking to make the T ride seem faster since it is extremely slow. However, I only enjoy talking to people I actually know on the T, and do not view the Green line as a place to make friends. Correct me if I am wrong, but I think Boston has enough fun, social activties that you should go to them to make friends!

I personally enjoy listening to my ipod and ignoring people I do not know on the T, but hey that's just me.

T -Tales an Introduction

I grew up in a small town Delmar, New York where public transportion was unheard of in the suburbia capital of the world; unless you lived in Albany. If you did live in Albany, you could take the bus but it was looked upon as very shady and not something you would ever want to do. Typically, drug dealers and other frightening people used that as his or her transproation mechanism. I relied on my car both in high school and college to take me everywear, I needed to go. I never thought twice about public transportation, because I always could rely on my platinum Honda 99 Accord. However, as a New Yorker I had no problem with the subway system because it was quick and came frequently.

Currently, I live in Coolidge Corner and am constantly traveling on the Green Line either the C or B line. Like many Bostonians and transplants, I have to use the T since I am not able to afford or want a car in the city of Boston. I have traveled to NYC, Washington DC, London, Paris and Germany and I find Boston's transportation the absolute worst. The T never comes, makes everyone late for semingly everything and what's worse is that no one seems to do anything about it. If the subway did not come in NYC for over twenty-minutes people would riot and it would simply not be acceptable. The MBTA needs to step it up and do something about all the miserable Bostonians that are late more than they should be because of the T. So many people are stressed out everyday before they even get to work, class or a meeting because of the T. I think Boston would be an overall happier city if they got to his or her destination on time.

The craziest things happen to me on the T and I am sure many other people can relate. I hope this can also inspire many others to write about his or her experiences on the T as well. I have decided to share my experiences hoping that whomever reads this will get a good laugh out of the T -Tales stories I will be sharing in this blog. Happy reading!