First entry

I suppose a death at the Wollaston T station on Monday is enough for me to finally put pen to paper -- or is it fingers to keys? -- and start blasting the MBTA red line. Every day has a story and just when I think it can't get worse, the next ride comes along and I have more complaints. I know I am not the only one since there are over 200,000 daily riders on that cesspool on rails.

So far this week -- yes, just one week, and I am one person on one specific route:

Monday 6/6: Man is killed at about 4:50pm at the Wollaston T station after falling/jumping onto tracks and getting run down by an inbound train. Woops. Mechanical failure or unfortunate accident? Thank goodness I was home sick -- that ride home with bussing btwn stations can be miserable.

Monday Sidenote -- the helicopters thumping around above my house added some excitement and reminded me of my days in Southern California when there were daily high speed chases and helicopters flying around with each one. I also thought we may be under some sort of military attack. Fun!

Tuesday 6/7: Man is stabbed at Downtown Crossing at approximately 5:00pm, causing significant delays through rush hour. I finally get on a train, squished by the door with a sweaty person's exposed arm touching me and the corner of something hard in her enormous backpack digging into my kidneys. At least the ride in this morning wasn't miserable.

Wednesday 6/8: I'm happy for the Bruins but the fans everywhere are annoying as hell. My frustration today was actually not red line related. I just don't share the same excitement as the tourists about getting my picture taken outside North Station. Get me on that train and get me the hell out of there as quickly as possible, please.

Note to tourists on the T: Don't block doors when they open -- get out of the damn way or be ready to get knocked over by angry commuters who are jealous that you're on vacation while we're stuck going to work on the nasty ass train. And by the way, you're going in the wrong direction, but since you annoyed me I'll let you figure that out on your own.