Go Avs!
I keep seeing these people on the T, particularly on the Green Line on my way to work. These aren’t people I’ve ever met or had a serious, meaningful conversation with… just people whose face or voice I recognize while I am zoned out, trying hard to look like I am on any number of a dozen drugs.
There’s the short, round, Eastern European woman who wears dark-rimmed glasses that are either incredibly stylish or were incredibly stylish thirty years ago. There’s the graying, whacky old man who talks several decibels above the other nicely ambient conversations, especially when trying to “subtly” register his displeasure with the young man blocking the door. And then there’s the middle-aged man who “drives” the T and has an incredibly high-pitched, almost girly sounding voice, announcing the stops and making it abundantly clear which train you’re on, almost as if he had been scarred by some incident in his past. “Once again, this is a ‘D’ Riverside train.”
Almost makes me feel bad for all the mean things I said to them before.