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numb"/><category term="commuter etiquette"/><category term="commuter rail break down"/><category term="commuter rail broke down"/><category term="commuter shoes"/><category term="compassion"/><category term="compose self"/><category term="conceded"/><category term="coolie cart"/><category term="corner store north end"/><category term="cozy up to strangers"/><category term="crack of dawn"/><category term="creatures of habit"/><category term="crop dusters"/><category term="cross in front of the train"/><category term="cross safely"/><category term="cross the finish line"/><category term="cross walk"/><category term="crossing before the train"/><category term="crowded"/><category term="crying on the train"/><category term="curiously strong mints"/><category term="curved shower curtain rod"/><category term="cute sweaters"/><category term="cycling"/><category term="cyclist"/><category term="dance dance revolution"/><category term="dance on the train"/><category term="dancing diva"/><category term="david yurman"/><category term="david yurman bracelet"/><category term="day dream"/><category term="day time robbery"/><category term="dead bird"/><category term="dead commuter rail"/><category term="dead on the tracks"/><category term="dead rat"/><category term="dead train"/><category term="death glares"/><category term="death stares"/><category term="debate on the train"/><category term="deep breath"/><category term="defend"/><category term="diapers"/><category term="didn&#39;t die"/><category term="dirty floor"/><category term="disheveled mess"/><category term="dismay"/><category term="disregard train etiquette"/><category term="dog sh*t"/><category term="dollar bills"/><category term="don&#39;t get hit by a train"/><category term="don&#39;t judge me"/><category term="don&#39;t poke me"/><category term="don&#39;t push people"/><category term="don&#39;t read other people&#39;s phones"/><category term="don&#39;t tell mom the babysitter&#39;s dead"/><category term="don&#39;t watch me pee"/><category term="don&#39;t wear spandex"/><category term="don&#39;t you think"/><category term="donut on car"/><category term="douche bag"/><category term="down town crossing"/><category term="downtown crossing"/><category term="dreads"/><category term="dress classy"/><category term="drive fast over bridge"/><category term="drunk lady"/><category term="drunk on the train"/><category term="drunk white trash"/><category term="drunk white trash couple"/><category term="dry space"/><category term="dsw downtown crossing"/><category term="dsw dtx"/><category term="dtx"/><category term="dude where&#39;s my car"/><category term="dunkin donuts iced cofffee"/><category term="dutch oven"/><category term="e-brake"/><category term="ear bud mugging"/><category term="earbud etiquette"/><category term="early 40&#39;s"/><category term="earring"/><category term="eat it or not"/><category term="eaves dropping"/><category term="egrets"/><category term="elderly couple"/><category term="elevator banks"/><category term="elevator speech"/><category term="emotional cheating"/><category term="enormous dump"/><category term="enormous sh*t"/><category term="entertainment purposes"/><category term="epic weekend"/><category term="escalator"/><category term="etiquette"/><category term="evacuate"/><category term="every  morning"/><category term="expensive bag"/><category term="extramarital affairs"/><category term="fabreeze someone"/><category term="fabreeze the shit out of someone"/><category term="facebook scroll"/><category term="facial"/><category term="facial on train"/><category term="fairy godmother"/><category term="fairy tail"/><category term="faith in humanity"/><category term="fall fashions"/><category term="fare evader"/><category term="fart on train"/><category term="farting crop dusters"/><category term="farts"/><category term="fashion no no&#39;s"/><category term="fashion road kill"/><category term="fear of bridges"/><category term="febreze"/><category term="fedora"/><category term="feel like an idiot"/><category term="felt like I got hit by a train"/><category term="find train pass"/><category term="finish line of boston marathon"/><category term="fire at north station"/><category term="first date"/><category term="fit the profile"/><category term="flat land"/><category term="flem"/><category term="floozy"/><category term="flowbee"/><category term="flying skirts"/><category term="foam bear head"/><category term="foot stuck in escalator"/><category term="football tire practice"/><category term="force prime espresso machine"/><category term="forget it"/><category term="forgot it"/><category term="forgot my coffee"/><category term="forgot my pass"/><category term="forgot on the seat."/><category term="found my car"/><category term="fractured foot"/><category term="freaked out"/><category term="free ride when you&#39;ve already paid"/><category term="free rides on silver line"/><category term="free train ride"/><category term="french vanilla coffee"/><category term="frosting cakes"/><category term="froyo"/><category term="fruit chopper"/><category term="fruit tray"/><category term="full length mirror"/><category term="furry beast"/><category term="garage sale"/><category term="gas masks"/><category term="gave up drinking"/><category term="gephyrophobia"/><category term="germaphobe"/><category term="germs"/><category term="get in my belly"/><category term="ghetto fabulous"/><category term="girl about the train"/><category term="give up seat on train"/><category term="give up spot on train"/><category term="gladiators"/><category term="glaze"/><category term="go hand in hand"/><category term="go home and change"/><category term="go pluck yourself"/><category term="goatee"/><category term="good book"/><category term="good morning"/><category term="good old reliable"/><category term="goose down"/><category term="got on the wrong train"/><category term="granny panties"/><category term="great taste"/><category term="grey hound bus"/><category term="gross"/><category term="gushing blood"/><category term="guys and dolls"/><category term="gym"/><category term="hair of my chinny chin chin"/><category term="hand holding with strangers"/><category term="hanes her way"/><category term="hanes wife beaters"/><category term="hang on for dear life"/><category term="hang over"/><category term="happy hump day"/><category term="hard as a rock"/><category term="hate bridges"/><category term="hate the RMV"/><category term="have some explaining to do"/><category term="have some splaining to do"/><category term="have to get to work"/><category term="having couth"/><category term="he is alive"/><category term="heat broken"/><category term="heat on the train"/><category term="herd of people"/><category term="herrings"/><category term="hideous"/><category term="high on life"/><category term="high speed over speed bumps"/><category term="hit head on rack"/><category term="hitting on me"/><category term="hog tie"/><category term="hold on for dear life"/><category term="hold up the train"/><category term="homeless guy on train"/><category term="homeless under a bridge"/><category term="honor box"/><category term="hoofing it"/><category term="hot flash"/><category term="hot pink lipstick"/><category term="how to remove skunk smell from pet"/><category term="huff and puff and blow your house down"/><category term="hung over"/><category term="hunters"/><category term="hurry up and wait"/><category term="hustler"/><category term="iced tea"/><category term="ilegal breakdancing"/><category term="in his 70&#39;s"/><category term="in one eye and out the other"/><category term="in the corner"/><category term="inbound"/><category term="index finger"/><category term="integrity"/><category term="interrupt"/><category term="ironic"/><category term="it&#39;s almost friday"/><category term="it&#39;s what&#39;s for dinner"/><category term="jacked"/><category term="jacked up on caffeine"/><category term="jerking off on train"/><category term="jobs"/><category term="judging me"/><category term="judging you"/><category term="just being an idiot"/><category term="kapeesh"/><category term="keep quiet"/><category term="kids on public transit"/><category term="laid on horn"/><category term="language barrier"/><category term="last spot"/><category term="late 30&#39;s"/><category term="late for train"/><category term="laugh"/><category term="lay on horn"/><category term="leather gloves"/><category term="leave the door unlocked"/><category term="left the door open"/><category term="let elderly or disabled sit"/><category term="life line"/><category term="life lines"/><category term="listening in"/><category term="listerine"/><category term="little engine that could"/><category term="little engine who could"/><category term="locked purse in car"/><category term="look at me like i have six heads"/><category term="look up dress"/><category term="look up skirt"/><category term="looking young"/><category term="loopholes"/><category term="lord of the rings)"/><category term="losing her mind"/><category term="lost and found"/><category term="lost car"/><category term="lost earring"/><category term="lost gloves on train"/><category term="lost in the super market"/><category term="lost on the train"/><category term="lost temper"/><category term="lotion application"/><category term="lotion on hands"/><category term="love that dirty water"/><category term="low self esteem"/><category term="lucky plaque in TD Garden"/><category term="luggage to haymarket"/><category term="lynn ma"/><category term="magazine perfume advertisements"/><category term="mail room"/><category term="mailroom"/><category term="make out session"/><category term="manhood questioned"/><category term="mario andretti"/><category term="masterbaters on the train"/><category term="mbta parking"/><category term="mbta snow storm parking"/><category term="midtown to jfk"/><category term="milf"/><category term="miss stop on train"/><category term="missed the train in the pouring rain"/><category term="mom voice"/><category term="mommy porn"/><category term="monday morning"/><category term="money is money"/><category term="money order"/><category term="monthly mbta pass"/><category term="moose hoof"/><category term="moose knuckle"/><category term="morning news"/><category term="morning routine"/><category term="morning rush"/><category term="morning train schedule"/><category term="morons"/><category term="moth balls"/><category term="motorized scooter on escalator"/><category term="mouse guts"/><category term="muggings"/><category term="mumbling"/><category term="muphy&#39;s law"/><category term="musical"/><category term="my precious"/><category term="nail polish remover"/><category term="name change"/><category term="naming child after me"/><category term="naming child after you"/><category term="national geographic"/><category term="new commuter rail trains"/><category term="new double deckers"/><category term="new glasses prescription"/><category term="new mbta trains"/><category term="news flash"/><category term="nice bags on the train"/><category term="nicely played"/><category term="ninja chopping"/><category term="ninjas drive cool cars"/><category term="no bathroom on train"/><category term="no heat"/><category term="no kcup in keurig"/><category term="no running"/><category term="no time for the gym"/><category term="no time to stretch"/><category term="no train ticket"/><category term="no umbrella"/><category term="no white after labor day"/><category term="no work badge"/><category term="nobody likes a tattle tale"/><category term="north billerica train station"/><category term="north station mouse"/><category term="not a weave"/><category term="not as bad as others"/><category term="not extensions"/><category term="not fitting"/><category term="not so skinny"/><category term="not your business"/><category term="nothing to imagination"/><category term="numb butt"/><category term="number one read post"/><category term="nyc subway stairs"/><category term="offer to pay dry cleaning bill"/><category term="oh no you didn&#39;t"/><category term="oh so cool"/><category term="on a pole"/><category term="on fire"/><category term="on your mark get set go"/><category term="one eyed cat"/><category term="one floor"/><category term="online dating and emotional cheating"/><category term="open toed shoes"/><category term="orange line accident"/><category term="origami"/><category term="origami one dollar bills"/><category term="ouch"/><category term="out and about"/><category term="outbound"/><category term="outer space"/><category term="outter freakin space"/><category term="over head compartment"/><category term="over heating"/><category term="overhead racks"/><category term="oversized"/><category term="oversized bag"/><category term="packed train"/><category term="paid for parking"/><category term="painful"/><category term="pajama&#39;s in public"/><category term="panics"/><category term="paper cut"/><category term="parallel parking"/><category term="paris hilton"/><category term="parking pay station"/><category term="parking spot"/><category term="parking ticket mbta"/><category term="pass train stop"/><category term="patience is a virtue"/><category term="pea coat"/><category term="peacoat"/><category term="peed your pants"/><category term="pendejo"/><category term="perfume strips"/><category term="perm and dye"/><category term="persistent"/><category term="personal devices"/><category term="pet carrier"/><category term="pheobe running"/><category term="phoebe running"/><category term="phone rings"/><category term="plastic car"/><category term="plastic roller skate"/><category term="playing hooky"/><category term="pleather boots"/><category term="plowing"/><category term="plucking"/><category term="plucking on the train"/><category term="pointing"/><category term="pole"/><category term="pole on train"/><category term="police action"/><category term="policy"/><category term="polished work look"/><category term="politics"/><category term="polka dot panties"/><category term="polka dot underwear"/><category term="poop face"/><category term="pop a breath mint"/><category term="pop pimples"/><category term="popcord"/><category term="pouring out"/><category term="pre-coffee"/><category term="precoffee"/><category term="punt"/><category term="punta"/><category term="punting garbage"/><category term="purple people eater"/><category term="purple skinny jeans"/><category term="purse dialing"/><category term="push pregnant women"/><category term="put a spell on you"/><category term="quirks"/><category term="ragamuffin"/><category term="rain gods"/><category term="rain rain go away"/><category term="raining"/><category term="ram rod"/><category term="ramrod"/><category term="rat tail"/><category term="rats at the train station"/><category term="real hair"/><category term="red sox game"/><category term="redheaded temper"/><category term="relax on train"/><category term="remove skunk smell from dog"/><category term="rescued at North Station"/><category term="resourceful gym time"/><category term="revolving door etiquette"/><category term="revolving doors"/><category term="riding boots"/><category term="road kill"/><category term="rob this house"/><category term="rolled out of bed"/><category term="roller blades"/><category term="roller blades at the beach"/><category term="roller blades on the Charles"/><category term="rules of spandex"/><category term="run to bathroom"/><category term="rush hour"/><category term="sacrifice goats"/><category term="sadrine packed train"/><category term="salt"/><category term="sarcasm"/><category term="sat in something"/><category term="sat in something wet"/><category term="save feet"/><category term="saved"/><category term="saved by the bell"/><category term="school bus"/><category term="scooches"/><category term="seat hogging tactics"/><category term="seperated on the train"/><category term="sexy cane"/><category term="sexy smack"/><category term="sh*t my pants"/><category term="shit box"/><category term="shoe gods"/><category term="shot gun start"/><category term="shut the book"/><category term="sick on the train"/><category term="sick-o"/><category term="sicko"/><category term="sidewalk roadkill"/><category term="signal problems"/><category term="silver lining"/><category term="sit down"/><category term="sixth grade"/><category term="size zero"/><category term="skunk smell"/><category term="skunk sprayed dog"/><category term="slim shady"/><category term="slow walkers"/><category term="slushy puddles"/><category term="smashed my foot"/><category term="smell like ashtray"/><category term="snotty kids"/><category term="snowy commute"/><category term="sox game"/><category term="spandex"/><category term="sparkly dollar coins"/><category term="speed bumps at top speed"/><category term="speed demon"/><category term="sperry"/><category term="spilled coffee"/><category term="spit bath"/><category term="splaining to do"/><category term="split seam"/><category term="split seam on jeans"/><category term="sprint"/><category term="sprint cup"/><category term="squished on the T"/><category term="stair master"/><category term="stairmaster"/><category term="starbucks snob"/><category term="stick to my lips"/><category term="still breathing"/><category term="stomach bug"/><category term="stone temple pilots"/><category term="stop light"/><category term="stop the train"/><category term="stow your bags"/><category term="strange looks"/><category term="strapless bra"/><category term="stretch"/><category term="stretch in the corner"/><category term="stretch pants"/><category term="stretching on the train"/><category term="strollers on train"/><category term="stubborn"/><category term="stuck in tunnel"/><category term="stuck on my face"/><category term="stuck on train"/><category term="stupid people"/><category term="style"/><category term="suck it up princess"/><category term="sulking"/><category term="supportive ballet flats"/><category term="supportive shoes"/><category term="surf"/><category term="surgical mask"/><category term="surprise the kids"/><category term="surprise your kids"/><category term="swan"/><category term="sweaty hands"/><category term="sweetie"/><category term="sweltering train"/><category term="t pole"/><category term="take green line instead"/><category term="take responsibility for your own actions"/><category term="take the middle"/><category term="take the stairs"/><category term="taking responsibility for your own actions"/><category term="talking to mistresses"/><category term="tame a wild pig"/><category term="tax credit"/><category term="taxi to jfk"/><category term="terrible person"/><category term="thanks for waiting"/><category term="that awkward moment when"/><category term="the 90&#39;s"/><category term="the beast"/><category term="three below"/><category term="three little pigs"/><category term="thrill of the hunt"/><category term="tic tac"/><category term="ticket counter"/><category term="tickets and passes"/><category term="tights"/><category term="tigi"/><category term="timeline"/><category term="titanic scene"/><category term="toadstool"/><category term="tooth brush"/><category term="towed at owners expense"/><category term="towing from North Billerica Train Station"/><category term="track problems"/><category term="traffic into Boston"/><category term="train commuter"/><category term="train crossing"/><category term="train dead on tracks"/><category term="train doors"/><category term="train home from bruins"/><category term="train late at north station"/><category term="train pole"/><category term="train pushed in"/><category term="tranded on the train"/><category term="treasure troll"/><category term="trek in the rain"/><category term="trip up the stairs"/><category term="triple check"/><category term="trust fall"/><category term="trying to be nice"/><category term="tube socks"/><category term="turrets"/><category term="turrets syndrome"/><category term="turtle"/><category term="tweez mustache"/><category term="ugly people"/><category term="unfounded claims"/><category term="unhook bra"/><category term="uninvited"/><category term="upgraded"/><category term="upset on the train"/><category term="used tissues"/><category term="verbal diarrhea"/><category term="vestibule"/><category term="victoria&#39;s secret perfume"/><category term="video games on ipad"/><category term="wait lady"/><category term="waiting"/><category term="walk a half a mile"/><category term="walk all over me"/><category term="walk and chew gum at the same time"/><category term="walked all over"/><category term="wallet phone case"/><category term="wallet phone cover"/><category term="watch like a hawk"/><category term="water fountain"/><category term="what a dick"/><category term="what is wrong with me?"/><category term="what not to wear"/><category term="white trash"/><category term="who reads the newspaper"/><category term="wife beaters"/><category term="wife beaters as vests"/><category term="wind advisory"/><category term="wine on the train"/><category term="wine tetra packs"/><category term="wish it was sunday"/><category term="witch"/><category term="work bag"/><category term="work hard play hard"/><category term="wrong side of tracks"/><category term="yard sale"/><category term="yelled at by the conductor"/><category term="yes I threw milf in there"/><category term="you fit the profile"/><category term="your balls aren&#39;t that big"/><title type='text'>Girl About The Train</title><subtitle type='html'>I&#39;m a transplant from New Hampshire to Boston. I have had the eye opening experience of riding the Commuter Rail and the T on a daily basis. Here are my quirky stories...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303202631634799882/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303202631634799882/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Mea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843378581025246649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxHLy7qNZUvNUAxVdr0HAIWfa-fPObkjnmdqCveGT1zk-BxjiJVCcxzuToseXHuDClyOG1SZAALhuaU9VxXyfu4vjnekp_36sfnAv5RV2I1T7llFje6v6Rjb_FmnYsg/s220/Boston-20120222-00152.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>413</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303202631634799882.post-1198215899298405086</id><published>2017-04-12T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2017-04-12T10:44:04.531-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Middle Seat"/><title type='text'>Dreaded Middle Seat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
I get on the train and it is packed but I need a seat so I sit
in the only one available… the dreaded middle seat of the three seater! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As we are approaching North Station, the woman to the right
of me stands in her seat and puts her rain trench on by whipping it around
which smacks me in the face! Don’t worry lady…red, freshly smacked face was precisely
the look I was going for this morning! After I sooth my face from being hit,
the guy to the left of me decides he wants to put his hair in a man bun. In the
process, his dandruff flakes fly off his head and onto the lid of my to-go
coffee mug. Don’t worry buddy, I didn’t really want the rest of my coffee
anyways! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And with that my friends, I wish you a happy hump day! We
are almost to Friday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This morning was about 20 degrees out! The train arrived
about 8 minutes late but that’s not horrible on a day like today. I was
completely expecting it to be much later because of the snow, ice and
temperature. So, only 8 minutes behind is not bad. Yay! We are in good shape!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I get on the train and there are no lights on…which also
means, the heat is not on either. I remove my sunglasses so that I can actually
see on the train and not walk into people (I say this as I was behind a blind
woman this morning…I’m going to hell, I know!) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I finally find a seat and get situated only to smell moth
balls! WHO… IN THE YEAR OF 2017 uses moth balls?!? I would like to know AND we
are well into winter where that fresh out-of-the-closet-moth-ball-scent should
fekking be gone by now! Just saying!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So, while I suffer in no heat and moth ball scent (I hope to
GOD, that smell didn’t rub off on me!!), I see out of the corner of my eye a
man’s hand going up and down, up and down. I think the worst as I try to calmly
sip my tea. It continues so I give a death glare over his way. Come to find
out, it was not the worst! (Thank god!!) He was just rubbing his hands together
to keep them warm in our no heat situation! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
Once we arrive at North Station, we all pile out of the
train on to the platform and since I already have a chill and am cranky from
moth ball smell, I am less than forgiving to the jerk that bumps into me and then
stares at me all bewildered. I give my mean eyes again and I thought that I thought
this in my head but nope… I said it out loud “Don’t looook at meee!” he looks
down on the ground without saying anything and I continue on my way sipping my
tea and trying to regain a better mood. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;
NOTE: Since I have warmed up and have confirmed moth ball
scent has not traveled with me, I am in good shape and happier! SO YAY for
that!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Fast forward to this evening. I am getting on the commuter train with a shopping bag, work bag and purse. Seating was limited. I get to my seat and take a few seconds to get off my back pack after I put my shopping bag and purse down. Usually people wait behind you because they will get the next seat available because the flow is almost always going the same way. Well, the woman behind me pushes me into my seat before I could even get situated. Either she doesn&#39;t know train etiquette or she is a miserable piece of sh*t. I am going to assume the latter. It took all I had not to pummel her with my shopping bag (that one would have had the most force/effect) while my inner thoughts are falalala la-f*cking-la! But then I remembered the guy this morning and rose above that dumb miserable b*th because I will not stoop to that level...especially when I see most of these people every day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hope everyone has a wonderful holiday and remember to rise about the a*shats out there!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m back! This morning, I decided to take the T instead of
walk. I hop on and this guy immediately starts talking to me about how we have
to wear hats and scarves and mittens now and how winter came quick. He then segwayed
into how he hopes there is no snow on December 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; because on
December 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;, he and his wife are going on a cruise. “Christmas Day
I’ll be in my bikini!” he says awaiting my laugh. “Once you do a cruise you’ll
never go back. “ This guy should have been the spokesperson for ALL cruise lines!
“You load a prepaid card with money and you don’t worry about money all week.
You just swipe and swipe and swipe and everything is paid for…everything…” 2
stops later I am happy to get off at State but he follows me! “Don’t book in
advance, book as close as you can get and don’t get a box. Get a balcony!” he
says as if he is giving away his secrets! Finally he is going to the Blue line
and I am going to the street. “Happy Thanksgiving! Thanks for the tips!” I say
as I walk off and wave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;This has nothing to do with the train. NOTHING. BUT, I am
venting. Venting about this sh*tty a*s world of dating. I go on a date, he
tells me he’s married still and hasn’t filed for divorce. I say, I am not going
to date someone still with their WIFE! He wants to be my “friend”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;So, here is my public service announcement: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Please be advised that this is not Nineteen Eighty-What-the-f*ck-ever!
Arriving at a woman’s home unannounced in a 1989 Blue Chevy Malibu wearing a trench
coat and a boombox is NOT romantic!! NOT AT ALL! It’s creepy…especially if she
lives ALONE! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;OK, OK… this guy actually, after he text and I responded
with “Don’t come over!” and then texts to “call me” and I say I don’t want a
conversation tonight, showed up in a white BMW with a dozen roses and a poem
and proceeded to ring my doorbell a few times, getting my dog all riled up and
flipping out at the doors while I hid in the middle of my house in my guest
bedroom because I could easily jump out that window if I had to because I didn’t
know what door he was ringing the doorbell from…front or back. I huddled on the
guest bed whispering into the phone to my friend as my heart raced. He messaged
a&amp;nbsp;little while&amp;nbsp;later that he was leaving me something and he was leaving. I hung
up with my friend and since it was 9:30 at night, whatever the heck he left me
could wait until the morning! I messaged two other friends and they urged me to
call the police which I did. They showed up and surveyed the property. Found my
roses and my poem for me and took notes and promised to monitor the house after
they left for the rest of the night. Last night, I made sure all my dead bolts
were secured, made sure every door and window had the alarm armed and then went
to bed with my pepper spray, phone, car keys and a HAMMER under my pillow that
my dad got me for Christmas for “home ownership responsibilities” NOT for
whacking people…but I didn’t have a Louisville Slugger sooo this was the next
best thing. Oh… and my very big dog close by! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The police also called him to tell him to leave me alone.
What does he do after that call… message me asking if I’m still up. Clearly I ignored
it as he ignored the polices request to leave me the f*ck alone.&amp;nbsp;This morning, I get an “apology text” and I state that I appreciate the
apology. However, don’t contact me anymore. What does he do… RESPONDs by putting
the blame of my reaction on someone other than himself! Asking me to talk to my
friends and family about the situation. BUT to ultimately, do what makes me
happy! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Um, ultimately right now what would make me happy is if you
get out of my face! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;So there you go boys and girls! It’s not romantic! Not even
one bit! It’s creepy. It gets the police called and all I wanted last night was
to relax! That was all. Instead I got an anxiety attack, police surveying my
property and reports to fill out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Also, what’s the difference between a porcupine and a BMW? That
would be… the PRICK is on the inside of the BMW! &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Hello Friends,&lt;br /&gt;
Saturday was a day of bliss. I had a one hour massage, walked over to the North End and got the best slice of pizza ever, went to the Otis House for a gorgeous tour and then, on my way home was wondering what it was that I was smelling-slash-gagging on. Well... here you go ladies and gentlemen. Compliments of this high-stoned-drunk MBTA passenger who probably didn&#39;t even know he had sh*t himself because he looked at me, smiled from ear to ear and winked at me (was he flirting with me.... sick!) &amp;nbsp;before turning to show off his back side. &amp;nbsp;Good thing I had scented anti bac gel so I could throw it on my hands and then cover my nose with said hands while I hoped and prayed this guy did not lose his footing!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Last Friday, I had a short day at work and then went over to
the ICA. After I was done, I could hop on the Blue line to the bus or I could
wait an hour for the commuter rail. I chose to hop on the Blue line and hoped
for the best. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I get on at State Street and head towards Wonderland. I am
surprised at how packed it is. I end up standing in front of a couple that is
sitting. The guy looks up and says to me “You’re so cute, I just want to poke
you!” and then…pokes me in the stomach. The woman is horrified!! I laugh it off
and then ask where they are from (because no Bostonian is going to poke my
abs!) They are from Rochester, NY and were heading to Reno’s because they saw
it on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives! Which now reminds me…my dad and I need to go
there because he saw it on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives! As we get to their stop
the guy asks if he can adopt me because I’m so darn cute and could they take me
to lunch and pretend I’m their daughter? Not sure what to say, I laugh it off
again until finally the T stops and the doors open to let them off! FEW! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Fast forward to Tuesday of this week: I get into North
Station on the commuter rail and decide that I’m not walking in the rain! I
take the Orange line to State instead. I get on and obviously because it is
raining, it is packed! A little old man is next to me- slash- in front of me
(it was an odd angle). I am surprised that no one offered him a seat. He stands
and doesn’t make a fuss until the doors open at Haymarket. No one gets off but
a few people push their way on. This girl pushed her way in knocking this guy
completely over and forcing him to pretty much do a trust fall into my arms. As
I hold the poor guy up he screams “HEY!! HEYYYY!” I push him upright and he
stands again not looking back and that’s when I turned around, rolled my eyes
at another passenger who rolled their eyes at me first and faced the other
direction so that poor old men don’t fall into my arms again! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Welcome to my commuter life! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
This week has been interesting…&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
Monday… nothing the train did but I was cranky that morning
and if I had thought bubbles coming out of my head, I would have been screwed! &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times New Roman;&quot;&gt;

&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;OMG! Who are you? Pepe Le Pew’s girl friend? Who leaves the
house like that?” I thought as I walked behind a woman with brunet mullet with
a blondish grey strip down the middle. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;PS She thought she looked so cool! Um, no! The
90’s called and they want their mullet back! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;“Who the hell sleeps with you? You’re nasty!” I&amp;nbsp;think about a
man waddling like a god damn weeble down the platform. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;“Hurry the f*ck up people!” I complain in my head about the
wide eyed tourists that have never seen a freakin’ train station EVER…
in their LIFE! It’s a train station! No big deal people!! Move along people!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Tuesday… Again… nothing the train did! I left work and hit
the T toward North Station. Once I arrive on the orange line, I’ve got to pop
out and cross the street. I have maybeeeee 3 minutes to get on the train.
Everyone is running! We round the corner and to head through the doors to the
station and OH WAIT… there is an 18 wheeler blocking EVERY DOOR!! No problem
buddy. Just hang tight; we don’t need to catch a train or ANYTHING!!!!! He
inches up and we are all kinda jogging in place to see which way we can go to
get around this guy and to a door. We decide to make a run for it behind him
and hope for the best. After running around and prancing through the doors, we
have 1 minute… ONE MINUTE to get onto the platform and board the train. That is
IT! Chances are slim right now but we are all running. I get to the platform
and the conductor is calling “All Aboard!” I make it and he slams the door
behind me as I catch my breath! PHEW! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Wednesday… I cram onto the T to get to North Station and we are packed like sardines. The guy behind me somehow grabs my a*s! I&#39;m on to you pal! The train wasn&#39;t even moving yet sooooo you have no excuse! NONE! I do my best &quot;Oopsy, is there someone behind me&quot; hip chuck-slash-elbow to his gut&amp;nbsp;and stomped on his foot for good measure. He said nothing and knew it was deserved. A*shole! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Thursday… Trains fault! Mechanical issues! I get to the
platform heading in to work and get an alert. It is 25 minutes late. Since I
live around the corner, I head home to spend 15 minutes with my dog and then
come back. I get home and my dog acts as if I was gone ALL DAY LONG! I was gone
10 minutes…tops! I give her a cookie and we play for a bit and then I leave and
it’s as if it’s the end of the world to her…again because I already did this to
her once today. I get to the platform and there are so many people there. I
start to wonder if I’ll get a seat. The train pulls up and everyone boards. I
chat with the train conductor and she tells me that there is another one about
10 minutes behind but she thinks I have a shot at getting a seat on this one. I
take her word for it and she is right! I get a seat and I get to read and relax
on my way in. YAY! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;It’s almost Friday people!! Thank goodness because it has
been a WEEEEEEEK!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;A few months back I tried the online dating thing. There are
some weirdo’s out there…and today I encountered one of them! I took my profile
down because I had had enough of 200 messages a day, marriage proposals from
strangers, harassment from STRANGERS that think that 50 Shades of online dating
was what I wanted, and messages from married couples asking me if I’d date them
…the list goes on. There was a guy that stood out to me that I thought was
really nice. He was tall and a redhead! I mean…the red hair alone stands out
and we’d chatted online every day for a bit. Suddenly he didn’t return my
message (and since I’m not crazy and don’t chase people, and the ball was in
his court, I didn’t message again. I let it go!) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Today, a few months after that last message, I’m getting on
the train and I notice this tall redhead with glasses sitting in a seat with an
empty seat beside him. I immediately recognize him AS I’m sitting down…like
mid-sit. I try to play it cool and then I look down and see HE HAS A WEDDING
RING ON!! A WEDDING RING!! I look at him dead in the eyes with my “You’re a
f*ckface” death look. My butt doesn’t even touch the seat and I get up and find
another seat…which I almost immediately regret because there weren’t many seats
and I had to go a ways down to get one…but FINE… the further away from him the
better. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;So, here is my question…technically he didn’t cheat. Maybe
it’s called emotional cheating! Is it fair for him to A. emotionally cheat on
his wife by claiming he is single on an online dating site and B. Waste a woman’s
time who truly wants a relationship and chatted with him for clearly…
NOTHING?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Last night, I am walking to the train and enter the train
station when I realize it is 5:14. My train leaves at 5:15pm. I pick up the
pace and start off toward the track. I am talking on my phone. I have my ear
bud in (only one ear! Never two. I always need to hear my surroundings too). My
purse is a hand bag with an attachable cross body strap for when my hands are
full and… I had my hands full. I was carrying my cake carrier from an office
birthday that was empty (thankfully) in one hand and a seltzer in the other. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Anyway, I have my phone stashed in my purse as I gab away
and hustle for the train. I reach the platform and it looks like the conductor
is still letting people on. As soon as I hit the platform, my cross body strap
unhooks and the contents of my purse go everywhere as my purse falls to the
ground and rips my ear bud out of my ear. My phone, had it not been attached to
the ear buds and the ear buds somehow wrapped around my feet now, would have gone
flying into the tracks. I start screaming at my rouge phone “JUST A MINUTE!!”
The call dropped anyways but the conductor thought I was yelling at him like “Oh,
Just a minute! Hold the train while I just pick up the contents of my purse…oh
and my dignity as everyone watches after they have all gasped! The conductor
screams back “OK but hurry up!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I pick up everything and enter the train with my purse,
seltzer, cake carrier, make up, phone, ear buds…everything rolled up in some
sort of ball that is miraculously staying together while I try to find a seat.
The last thing I want to do is request a middle seat because my ball of
belongings would go rouge again. I find a B*TCH with her bag on the outside
seat of a 2 seater. I nicely request her to move the bags so I can sit. She
pretends she can’t hear me so I request again. She huffs and moves the bags.
(PS! There is a special place in hell for people who put their bags on the seat
during rush hour and actually think they will have the seat to themselves the
entire way!) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I sit down and try to put back the contents of my purse and
hope…hope hope… that I have everything! I do! PHEW! But it was all sprinkled
with seltzer now! Small price to pay for making the train I suppose!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;ANNDD Now it’s Friday so yay for that!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;This morning I decided to take the T? Why? Because I wore
shoes that I thought would be comfy on my errands on Saturday and instead of
being comfy, they gave me blisters so I’m trying to eliminate walking at great
lengths until my poor feet are no longer on the mend. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I wait at North Station and when the train arrives, I get on
and there is a gap down the side that no one in filling in. I don’t say
anything as I am not affected. It turns out to be a nonissue. That is, until we
get to Haymarket. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The doors open and no one gets off but people need to get
on. One guy tries to get on and he fits but his back pack doesn’t. One guy
yells “Can you move down? Why are we not moving down?” The girl responsible for
initiating the move down, who does not have anything interfering with her
hearing does absolutely nothing but look at her feet. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The poor guy gets off the train and tries another door. He
ends up not being able to get on the train which angers a woman by the door
that witnessed this poor guy having to wait because no one moved down.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;“HEY! Can you move down or are you TOO STUPID
to get that you have to move down to let people on?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The girl responsible for filling in the gap again just
stands there and someone nudges her as the angered woman yells some more “THAT’S
IT! SHE IS TOO STUPID!!!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The girl now gets it and moves down as she apologizes in
perfect English. At first I was wondering if she was either not understanding
English or deaf but I guess she was just in a morning daze. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;This happens when… after the doors close and
it’s too late for this poor guy on the platform to get on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Happy Monday Everyone! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
It all began when I am about to leave my office but the phone rings and this person wants to gab. I don&#39;t mind gabbing but not when I am trying to catch my train. &amp;nbsp;I literally walk out the door 2 minutes late and my commute home is blown. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Instead of running in this horrible air quality that I was advised to stay away from and stay in doors, I opt for the T and hope for the best. &amp;nbsp;This usually gets me to north station a little quicker but today...no such luck. I wait for 7 minutes which is the time on the screen that it should take to arrive. Oh but guess what. .. 7 minutes turns in to 10. On top of that, people are now piling up on the platform. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The T arrives and it is packed. &amp;nbsp;A few get off and I am in the front of the pack that is trying to board. &amp;nbsp;From behind, &amp;nbsp;I am shoved into the doorway. I have no where to go but into people. &amp;nbsp;I tell the girl that I am now shoving (chain reaction) that I am soo sorry and that it is coming from behind. Seriously! What is wrong with people? We are in Boston not Japan. This is not acceptable here!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I finally am on and situated and not pushing anyone over. We start and stop again at Haymarket. Guess what? Someone behind me needs to get off so i get off to let them off. When I got to get back on, I am shoved once again!! Seriously? I get that you have places to go but what gives you the right to shove me into people? I am not weak by any imagination but I am weak compared to the 250 person behind me trying to get on!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally the guard steps in and tells him he needs to stay behind the yellow line.She didn&#39;t say &#39;Stop body slamming this lady.&#39; Nope... stand behind the line. Whatever. He finally let up and the doors closed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am now on the 540 train home. 25 minutes after the train I usually get but whatever. .. I made it to the train unharmed &amp;nbsp;(I think...I bruise easily so tomorrow won&#39;t be a surprise if I have some bruise on the back of my leg...we shall see). And did youdo the math? &amp;nbsp;I left work 2 minutes late and am now 25 plus minutes behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s almost Friday people. ALMOST! !!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7355500978236816788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/2016/07/omg-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303202631634799882/posts/default/7355500978236816788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303202631634799882/posts/default/7355500978236816788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/2016/07/omg-t.html' title='OMG THE T!'/><author><name>Mea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843378581025246649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxHLy7qNZUvNUAxVdr0HAIWfa-fPObkjnmdqCveGT1zk-BxjiJVCcxzuToseXHuDClyOG1SZAALhuaU9VxXyfu4vjnekp_36sfnAv5RV2I1T7llFje6v6Rjb_FmnYsg/s220/Boston-20120222-00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303202631634799882.post-814080499328641445</id><published>2016-05-17T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-05-17T11:16:24.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fist Full of Hair</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m ordering lunch in the concourse of Grand Central. After I pay, I am tugged back by my hair. Some weirdo behind me had a fist full of my hair and was smelling it. Um, get your f*cking nose out of my hair! I don&#39;t know youuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That is all! New York, I still love you!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/feeds/814080499328641445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/2016/05/fist-full-of-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303202631634799882/posts/default/814080499328641445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303202631634799882/posts/default/814080499328641445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/2016/05/fist-full-of-hair.html' title='Fist Full of Hair'/><author><name>Mea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843378581025246649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxHLy7qNZUvNUAxVdr0HAIWfa-fPObkjnmdqCveGT1zk-BxjiJVCcxzuToseXHuDClyOG1SZAALhuaU9VxXyfu4vjnekp_36sfnAv5RV2I1T7llFje6v6Rjb_FmnYsg/s220/Boston-20120222-00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303202631634799882.post-6980221354716762873</id><published>2016-05-16T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-05-16T07:14:07.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lock the Fekking Door</title><content type='html'>Omg! Omfg! I&#39;m heading to New Jersey today on the Amtrak. As we approach Penn Station, I decide I should pee before everyone gets off, everyone gets on. I run back to the restroom and see that the light is not on so I open the door wide open. What do I find? What the fek to I find? Oh I&#39;ll tell you what I found. I found a woman buck a*s naked bending over trying to get something off the floor with her a*s hanging out in the breeze staring right at me! Oh but not only I saw this... the seats facing the bathroom door also got a show and were dying with laughter. I slammed the door so quickly that it flew open again and so I, being my good self ran after the rogue door and closed it again for her. I don&#39;t even know if she realized what was going on because there was zero effort to cover up her a*s flapping in the train breeze!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A man came out of the other restroom and I flew in there so fast to avoid a run in with this woman just hanging out for all to see. I took my time in there so that I wouldn&#39;t have to see her and when I came out, the people in the cheap seats to the bare a*s show instructed me the coast was clear and I b-lined it back to my seat!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Happy Monday Y&#39;all!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6980221354716762873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/2016/05/lock-fekking-door.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303202631634799882/posts/default/6980221354716762873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303202631634799882/posts/default/6980221354716762873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/2016/05/lock-fekking-door.html' title='Lock the Fekking Door'/><author><name>Mea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843378581025246649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxHLy7qNZUvNUAxVdr0HAIWfa-fPObkjnmdqCveGT1zk-BxjiJVCcxzuToseXHuDClyOG1SZAALhuaU9VxXyfu4vjnekp_36sfnAv5RV2I1T7llFje6v6Rjb_FmnYsg/s220/Boston-20120222-00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303202631634799882.post-9075323716986281523</id><published>2016-03-24T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2016-03-24T11:39:44.355-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="integrity"/><title type='text'>Making Friends with the Staff? </title><content type='html'>

&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;This has nothing to do with the train but I am peeved! I was
coming back to the office from a meeting and I was greeted by a security guard I
see every day. A woman in front of me stepped through the gates to the elevator
banks and now it was my turn. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;She
ignores the security guard and goes on about her business. As I am going
through the gates to the elevator bank he says “How are you today? Have a good
lunch?” I respond “Hey! How is your day going? Are you in tomorrow?” Tomorrow
is a holiday for some so I’ve been asking. It is usually a good conversation
starter before a holiday. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;We chat for a second and the elevator comes. “I’ll see you
later Stephan!” I say to him as I get on the elevator with this woman. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The doors close and she says “Making friends with the staff
are we?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I looked at her and was floored. Staff? Really! Yes, they
work for our building but they protect us and greet us every single day! “I see
him every day. They are all so very nice! Why wouldn’t I talk to the security
guards? They are great people.” I say in my nicest, bubbly, happy voice. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;She looked at her feet for the rest of the elevator ride.
HA! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I think it speaks volumes about people when, because someone
with a lesser job than they have, speaks poorly to them or flat out ignores
them or poopoo’s on people for being nice to them. I was taught that you treat
everyone with the same amount of respect regardless of their job title. From
CEO to Janitor… SAME RESPECT! SAME INTEGRITY!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;THAT IS ALL! I hope everyone enjoys the holiday weekend! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;This morning I woke up to a few inches of snow. Not bad at
all after the big hype! I get ready for work and as I’m bundled up in my
abominable snowman jacket, I read my emails on the off chance that there could
be a delay because I don’t want to stand on the platform… in the snow… with my
back pack…my purse AND a box full of 18 Mint Chocolate Brownie parfaits that I made
for an office birthday (Uphill BOTH WAYS… yes that needed to be added for good
measure!) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The emails keep coming! One train is canceled. The next has
mechanical issues with only a 15 minute delay and needs to be pushed in to
North Station by another train. The next… switch problems with a 20 to 25
minute delay and the one after that… CANCELED! I know that eventually a train
will come get me but really… are these “delay times” accurate? I don’t know and
with all the sh*t I am carrying, do I really want to have to stand on a sardine
packed train that it will eventually turn into? NO! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I check google maps and it tells me to take the bus to the Blue
line and then the Blue line to State. I have never done this before and I really
don’t want to go through Lynn during rush hour. I throw my pepper spray in an
easily accessible pocket and I head to the bus stop! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The bus is there within 2 minutes. I hop on and guess what?
I get a seat!!!!! My sh*t even gets a seat for a while until the bus gets a
little more crowded and I move my parfaits and allow someone who just got on to
sit. We arrive at Wonderland and the train is sitting there…waiting for us and
get this… I get a seat again! This is great! I check my phone as the Blue line
whisks me in to the city. The train still has not come for my fellow commuter
rail folks. They are still waiting and I’m halfway to work! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I arrive at my office a half hour late but this pales in
comparison to where I’d be had I waited for the train that was only 25 minutes
delayed. I check my phone again and while I am at work, my fellow commuter rail
people are still on the platform an hour and a half after a train should have
got them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Thank goodness this was a mild winter and thank goodness
spring is kinda-sorta here! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;It happened. I’ve been coming in and out of the city for 5
years and have always worried about leaving my nondaily items behind because I’m
such a habitual person that I’d grab my work bag and purse and take off. So, I always…
always… put my shopping bag on my lap. Well, yesterday I didn’t have room to do
it so I put my shopping bag at my feet. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;We arrive at my stop and I hop out into the aisle and walk
almost to the exit when this woman screams after me that I forgot my bag. I had
to walk back, hold up the line and retrieve my bag. I’m glad she was looking
out for me though because I wouldn’t have realized I left it behind until I needed
it… which would have been Mother’s Day when I would have been looking for it to
wrap it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I’m one of those people that when I see something someone
will like, I buy it for the next holiday instead of last minute craziness. It
works to my advantage…most of the time… when I remember to take them off the
stinkin’ train! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
Thanks to this lady, I have my present and she&#39;s restored my faith in my fellow train people that good people are out there! </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4247448217434993249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/2016/03/left-my-shopping-bag-on-train.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303202631634799882/posts/default/4247448217434993249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6303202631634799882/posts/default/4247448217434993249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hertrainstories.blogspot.com/2016/03/left-my-shopping-bag-on-train.html' title='Left my Shopping Bag on the Train'/><author><name>Mea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06843378581025246649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxHLy7qNZUvNUAxVdr0HAIWfa-fPObkjnmdqCveGT1zk-BxjiJVCcxzuToseXHuDClyOG1SZAALhuaU9VxXyfu4vjnekp_36sfnAv5RV2I1T7llFje6v6Rjb_FmnYsg/s220/Boston-20120222-00152.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6303202631634799882.post-1195976254174897613</id><published>2016-02-24T09:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2016-02-24T09:08:37.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Only Wednesday!</title><content type='html'>

&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;It is only Wednesday and I just can’t even believe the lack
of courtesy on the train…or out and about really. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Monday after work I get on the double decker and I sit down
in one of the seats that folds down to sit in. During the winter, I take the
first seat I see because you just don’t know if you’ll see another one. I sit
next to a man who looks very able bodied. I don’t know for sure if he is but my
guess is…he is just fine! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;A woman walks on with a stroller and I immediately get up
and offer my seat. She insists I sit down and that her friend got them a seat
in the car back. They leave. This guy sits there with his ear buds in watching
what I’m doing and then buries his head back in his phone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;After the woman walks off, a man with a cast on walks on the
train. I give the slug a second to hop up and offer his seat. He doesn’t
(therefore in my eyes did not redeem himself). I offer my seat to the guy with the
cast and he tells me that he has sat all day and needs to stretch. I tell him
to let me know if he changes his mind and needs to sit. The slug next to me
sees the man with the cast on and still just sits there. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I don’t know…is it just me? I’m pretty sure you offer your
seat to people who have strollers, wheel chairs and casts! Pretty sure it’s
just common decency but what do I know? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Then today, I am making it to the train station JUST IN TIME
for the train. It came while I was a half a block away so I ran…until some lady
who didn’t have the same sense of urgency as me was walking like a snail (no
cast! I checked!)! Oh no worries lady… yes… you are out of my way. However,
your ugly drug store umbrella is protruding into my path so I have two choices:
1. Stay behind you and hope the conductor sees us and waits or 2. Risk slashing
my throat on your drug store umbrella while I try to get by and make the
commuter train. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I chose option 1 and thanked the conductor profusely. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Then… I’m not on the train but I’m going to throw this one
in for sh*ts and giggles because…well… wait your “muthah f*cki’n” turn buddy! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I get to the bagel shop. I am waiting in a long long line
because I’d like a rosemary and olive oil bagel with cream cheese. I finally
get to the counter and the woman says “Next in line please.” The guy behind me
gives her his order. She grabs his bagel and starts making it. I proclaim that I
was next. He says to me “Well, I’m in a hurry!” Um… really as*hat? Aren’t we
all? It’s 8:45am! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I look at him baffled that he really just felt that his 9am
meeting was more important than where I have to be at 9am. “So am I!” I state
and look at the lady. She doesn’t know what to do so she continues making his
bagel and asks someone to come make mine. As*hat got his way and I got my bagel
maybe a minute after him. So really buddy, your smug a*s cut the line for 1
minute. Good job at succeeding at looking like a jerk in front of a long long
line of people for 1 minute. I hope you got to where you were going thaaaat
much faster! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;OK… done ranting! It’s only Wednesday! Oy Vey! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, after waiting for what seems like forever in a sea of sheeple, we are able to board. However, since it is so close to the next trains departure, people from that train board as well.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t get a seat and now have to stand among the sheeple just trying to get home when the engineer and the conductor decide to have a private chat but it&#39;s not so private because they are screaming on the other side of the door from me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I bet you don&#39;t miss this.&quot; the conductor says to the engineer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Why do you think I got out of ticket collecting and into this? So I&#39;m not embarrassed by this malfunction. This is so f*cking embarrassing. These people just want to go home!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;F*cking disgrace. Making us wait to pack a few more people on when the next train is literally in a few minutes. &quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;This is bullsh*t!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They then open the door and act like they didn&#39;t just have this conversation and smile and check tickets.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m standing here still and the guy sitting behind me smells like weed and cheap imposter cologne. It is awful and I want to gag but I have nowhere to move to.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The train just hit a bump and jurked me around sending my hand bag into the stoners head.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stoner just got up and offered me his seat and now I feel bad for making fun of stoner guys cheap imposter cologne. Oh well... such is life. I get a seat and he is ready to fly off this train the second the doors open.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess cheap imposter smell is better than last night. Last night I was across from the bathroom and someone actually used it and ... well... let&#39;s just say Ralph Lauren-Hugo-Boss-Tommy-Hilfiger knock off 90&#39;s cologne would have been a nice touch yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Shocking. .. stoner guy got off at Lynn. I&#39;m just sayin&#39;!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ok... almost to my stop finally. Thanks for reading my live blogcasted rant!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Last night I went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.bostonathenaeum.org/copyright&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #356a69;&quot;&gt;BOSTON ATHENÆUM. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I
took their art and architecture tour and it was pretty neat. On my way home, I
had two options, wait for the commuter rail which was at 7:45pm or I could take
the Blue line and hop on the 455 bus which got me home at 7:48pm if I made the
bus. I decided to chance it and if all else fails… UBER! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I hop on the Blue line with no problem. I make the connection at
Wonderland to the bus. Everything is working out great until we pick up a
couple. I am seated against the wall and they decide to sit in the two seats
facing forward so that they are staring at me and I can see them out of the
corner of my eye. I am reading my new book &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;I
REGRET NOTHING&lt;/i&gt; so clearly they know I’m a bad a*s in a French burette and
ballet flats! OBVIOUSLY…. OK OK, I look like the biggest wimp on that bus but
whatever. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;(PS My pepper spray is at the
top of my purse. I &lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;AM&lt;/i&gt; going through
Lynn … and possibly Revere too… I think but I’m not 100% sure) &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Anyway, this couple starts bickering! I can’t concentrate on my
book. I just can’t do it. I must have reread the same freakin’ line a thousand
times because I did NOT want to make eye contact! The following you should read
Marisa Tomei style from My Cousin Vinny for the girl. The guy should be one of
the Butabi Brothers from Night at the Roxbury. AND this is what I listen to for
19 stops: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Butabi boy starts: “Babe! How am I gonna trust you? I saw ON
FACEBOOK that you went out with him! I know what I know!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Marisa replies: “Yes, I went out with him but you knew I was going
to. I told you.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;BB: “You checked in with him and made me look like a fool.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;M: “I didn’t think it was a big deal. I don’t want to do anything
to screw this up babyyyyyy!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;BB: “You did!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;M: “That’s why you ignored me for two days.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;BB: “I was busyyyyyy.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;M: “I was worried. I didn’t know if something happened to you.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;BB: “If you were so worried, you should have stopped by my work!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;M: “I did. I even called your buddy Donny lookin’ fo’ you!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;BB: “You came to my work? You stalking me?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;M: “I was worrieeeeeeeed!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;BB: “I was busy.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;M: “You could have shot me a text.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Silence. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;M: “ You think I f*cked him don’t you! DON’T YOU! I told you, I
aint screwin’ this up babyyy!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;BB: “I do!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;M: “I knew it! I didn’t!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;BB: “What’ll it take to shut you up? What’ll it take? I don’t
think that?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;M: “Yee-aaah!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;BB: “Ok! I don’t!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Silence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;M: “ You know I love you babyyyyyy!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Annnnd that’s when I hit the stop request in front of my stop and
quickly got the hell out of dodge in my burette and ballet flats! However, I’m
assuming after I freed up some space and was no longer in their view, they had
a stupid make out session until their stop. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Never a dull moment my friends! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;This morning, even though it was freezing and brisk, I was
reminded of my vacation in February to the Philippines. I was sitting on the
train when a woman frantically was trying to open the bathroom door. No one on
the commuter train actually goes in the bathroom. She couldn’t get the door
open and was starting to panic. Since I was close, I was like “Oh great! I’m
going to smell something soon.” She starts asking for tissues as she is holding
out her arm like a rigid stick. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;A woman with a baby grabs her wipes out of her bag “Will
these work?” she says. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;“That’s better than a tissue! Thank you! Thank you!” the
rigid armed lady says to the woman with the baby. She starts wiping her arm and
turns to everyone looking at her and says “A pigeon got me! Bird sh*t all on my
arm!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;And that’s when I lost it because I too have been in a
similar situation (but I kept it inside because I don’t want people to think I’m
crazy…and ya know…blog about me) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I was caving in the Philippines when I set my hand down on a
railing that I was actually allowed to touch. I felt something goopy under my
hand. I didn’t think much of it because water was leaking from all around but
then I realized that it wasn’t water, it was something else. I look up at our
tour guide and have this horrified look on my face while I look at my hand. In
his broken English he says to me “That Ma’am-Sir….is bird sh*t!” We nearly fell
over in laughter. I was no longer concerned with my poopy hand. I was laughing
with the best one liner (that he didn’t even know was a one liner) from that
vacation. It was a good thing too because I left the essentials in the vehicle
and anti-bac was nowhere to be found. This woman on the train was lucky enough
someone had wipes available to her...and I was&amp;nbsp;lucky to have a silly memory instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Patience served me well yesterday on my trek in to the city.
I got to the train and noticed a lot of people on the platform. No biggie
though, usually there are plenty of people on the platform and we all get on. Well,
the train rolls in and it is packed. It was already standing room only. I get
on the train and can only find space in the vestibule. Ya know… that space
between train cars where you’re not allowed to stand but in extenuating
circumstances when it’s already dangerous, you can stand their anyways because…why
not just add a little more excitement to your commute in the morning when you
haven’t had your coffee yet…Ya… that space! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;One guy decides he is going to get off and wait for the next
train after we find out that the Express Train never showed up and that was the
reason behind the sardine packed train. I glance at my phone and see that there
aren’t any notifications for the next train. I look at the clock. If I wait 8
minutes, I can get on a train and maybe have a seat. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I follow the guy and we stand on the platform and hope that
the next train actually shows up. 6 minutes later (2 minutes early) the train
arrives and we board. Hardly anyone is on the train. I get a seat all to
myself. I get to read my magazine and sip my delightful hot beverage all by
myself on an almost empty train. That beats the vestibule any day! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Happy Friday! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;A month ago I decided I needed to get out there and
network.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My first networking event, I went
alone and conservatively dressed. I jumped right in and thought things were
going well until one man offered for me to stay at his place if I didn’t want
to make the trip ALLL the way back home after my ONE glass of wine. I extended
my hand and said “It’s been a pleasure to talk to you.” Then walked away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I have gone to a few events now and it seems I walk away
with more dates than business contacts. I thought about wearing a faux wedding
ring but haven’t done that as of yet. However, my boyfriend was not traveling
this week and we decided to go to one together. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;A few groups formed and we settled in to a seating area when,
in walks THAT GUY… the one that tried to take me home at the last networking
event I saw him at. He spots me and is trying to play it cool when he knocks
down the velvet ropes that gated off our reserved area. He then goes to the bar
to get himself a glass of wine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Wine in hand, he makes his way over to me and my boyfriend,
whom I have to assume he thinks is a colleague or someone I just met by his
confidence and cheesy swagger. I make introductions as we sit down.
Conversation goes stale and I remember that this guy used to live out towards
Napa so I ask about the wine he has chosen. He responds with “ The by the glass
wines are not comparable to the bottles of wine for purchase.” He says to my
boyfriend and I. He then turns to me and says “I would need someone who wants
to split one with me. It’s no fun getting a bottle just for yourself.” I say “Well,
we already have drinks. One is fine for me.” He then looks at my martini “Well,
that’ll loosen you up for a bottle soon I’m sure.” I politely say “Oh no no no!”
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;After his pathetic attempt to try and get my boyfriend to
leave the conversation, my boyfriend and I go into “we mode”. Weeeee have had a
busy month. Weeeeeee have found some fun martini’s during our outings this past
month. Weeeeeee live on the North Shore….. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The guy finally picks himself up and says “I need to go get
some cheese!” and walks away. However, he forgets his wine glass on the table
in front of us. He makes some connections by the cheese tray and then comes
back, scoops up his wine and avoids us until he leaves. Since he walks by us,
he feels obligated to say good bye. Comes over and says he hopes to see me at
next month’s networking event. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I tell
him “Perhaps!” (AKA No F*cking way!) and he is dumb founded that I am not committing
to seeing him at the next function. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;After this delightful (Sarcasm) evening, we make our way to
the train. I know in my head we have to leave exactly at 9 to catch the train.
Boyfriend says good bye to one more person and we are out the door at 9:03. We
walk fast to the train but I have heels on and they keep getting stuck in the
sidewalk. We arrive in the train station at 9:19. The sign says all aboard and
we run to the platform. I read Track 1! Well, it was Track 7 not track 1. They
look similar on the board when you whiz on by though and since Newburyport and
Rockport are almost always on Track 1 or 2, I feel confident going towards 1.
Get to track 1 and there isn’t a train. Look at track 7 annnnd there goes our
train. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I melt down. I had had a long week…a long day at work and
networking is hard. Luckily, my boyfriend convinces me that we need to go to a
bar and have another drink since it was an HOUR and 20 MINUTES until the next
train! We leave the train station but I am not willing to go far as I have
speed walked nearly a mile and then sprinted the entire train station in stilettos.
We go across the street to a tavern for drinks and apps. When we return to the
train station, our train is called and we… and every Bruins fan in the WORRRRLD
board the train. I can’t complain though because we did get a seat and we did
get home! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;TGIF! I am done with this week! Enjoy your weekend
everyone!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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