Today reminded me why I write this blog. Writing to the T certainly hasn't done any good, since I almost never get a response. This blog is my place to vent.
It was raining this morning. Not hard, but that is the only logical reason for the 15 minutes that I stood waiting for the C line to show up. There's no excuse for a delay of that magnitude in the morning rush hour traffic. Once on board, it was the stereotypical driver, who felt a need to go from zero to 60 in three seconds, sending all of the sardines flying. Screaming into the microphone at every stop, and several times between stops, "Please move into the back and make room!" Yeah, we get it. Lady, there is no more room. Seriously. I promise.
There was no alert on the T's site, so all is well, unless you are a passenger.
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