After being out of town for several days, I got a nice welcome back from the T. My first train, which did not have any actual problems, went out of service at Kenmore due to a breakdown at Boylston. Sure, why not? That's only four stops later. One "gentleman," and I use that term loosely (as indicated by the air quotes), pushed his way to the front of the scrum so that he could be the first one on the next train. Oops, sorry weenie. The next train also declared itself OOS after we got on, so the weenie was now the last one to get off the train to get to the next train across the platform. Needless to say, he managed to weasel his way to the front of that scrum, also.
But he was nothing in comparison to Weenie #2, who was on the next train. We now had two OOS trains worth of people trying to get onto an already mostly-full train, so we crammed ourselves into the sardine can. A stop later, I was able to press off the door and saw that W2 was sitting in one of the seats next to the door and had his suitcase on the other seat. Had someone punched him, there's no way that they would have been able to find twelve jurors to convict.
Another lovely day. Glad I wasn't going beyond Gov't Center, as the train went OOS there, my third of the day.
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