A fun morning on the T
I get on the T far enough away from the city so I can usually get a seat. Its nice because in a few more stops the car gets so packed full of people it’s like being in cattle car. Everyone is just mindlessly staring off into space, still groggy from sleep, and being jostled into one another from the motion of the car on the tracks. That is not the best way to start the day. Other then for elderly or disabled/injured people, I won’t give up my seat for anything or anyone, including any hot chicks I may happen to see. Granted, there is a time and place for that kind of thing but it is not during the morning commute. That doesn’t mean I don’t feel some guilt about not getting up more. To that end, I’ve started closing my eyes and listening to my iPod and trying my best to ignore what is happening around me. Sometimes, when the car is really stuffed someone will lean on me or have some article of clothing or bag pressed up against me. It’s not really that big of a deal and it’s over soon enough. This morning was a bit different.