Part of the fun of the morning commute is never knowing which T Driver you are going to get. 90% of them are perfectly pleasant. Today, I got the other 10%.
I'm pretty sure that this guy thought he was a bouncer at the world's trendiest nightclub. He did a great job of finding something wrong with everyone. First, there was his refusal to start the train until a passenger took off his backpack. Normally, I'm in favor of backpacks on the ground on the T, but this was a half-empty car. And refusing to move? Come on, get real. Then, as a passenger flashed her monthly pass at him, he shouted, "Take it out, I don't know what's in your wallet! And what about your friend?" Her friend? Was he trying to get a date?
Seriously, employees, your time is coming. I'm not saying that's good or bad, it just is. Everyone else has taken cuts, and when you go on strike, you'll need all the public backing you can get.
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