So I was on my way home from work last night minding my own buisness and sitting on the T. There I was squished between two VERY large people. On my L was nice lady and on my R was a weird man. This wierd man precedes to ask me all kinds of personal questions to which I answer some and don't answer others. He was very strange. Needless to say I was glad that he only sat next ot me for a few stops and then got off.
After he left the train the women next to me said she was about to hit the guy for asking me all those questions and she was glad I didn't tell him where I lived or where I worked or anything because she was afraid he would hunt me down. We laughed and I got some great book recommentdations from her.
Oh how I love the T!
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I love everything about the T. To drunk men getting acosted by the cops while trying to kick the door open of a moving train, to surfing (not holding on to anything) on a sunday in between MIT and Harvard stops on the red line. Man I love Boston.
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