Question of the Day…

Ok, so there are a lot of things that I think about while I spend my time on these various forms of transportation.  Of course, there are the usual thoughts.  “I wonder where that guy/girl works…”, or “I wonder what he/she is listening to on his/her iPod…”.  But there are others that border on the ridiculous.  Here are a couple that have flown across the vast plain that is my mind at 8 am.

“Are there really as many germs as I THINK there are on this subway pole?”

“If I was to break out into song, say, the “too ray aye” portion of Come On Eileen by Dexy’s Midnight Runners, would anyone notice?”

“How the hell do all these people walking around in flip flops not have dirty feet?  I mean, when I do it, my feet resemble a toddler fresh from a barefoot stroll through the hallowed aisles of Wal Mart.”

Don’t worry, I’ve only been riding for about a month; there will be more genius to come, in addition to more questions….

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Don’t make me come back there……

I’m gonna start listing quotes in this blog, because I gotta tell ya, I have heard some amazing nuggets of pure joy.  One such morsel is the following.

“All yous can take the next bus that runs direct to Fenway, then we can stop all of this Tom Foolery.”

Can we first address the fact that “yous” is common vernacular up here in the Bay State?  Hmmmm, interesting.  Next, Tom Foolery?  Seriously, Tom Foolery?  If we don’t stop all of this said “foolery,” are we going to be “cruisin’ for a bruisin’?”  Who let Fred Steele, circa 1988, drive this hunk of wicked machinery?  To be perfectly honest, I feel as though I should tell you all, it was Ward Cleaver who was driving our bus, so now that I think about it, the comment makes sense.  However, I am sending myself to bed without dessert as a result of the foolery incident.

So polite, we’re busy still sayin’ please….

So I sat next to a charming lady today on the 7:30 train into the city.  When I got to the station this morning, I decided to walk farther down on the waiting area, in hopes that I may have had a better chance at scoring a seat(the past couple days I have stood, which is cool, but today I needed some shut eye).  So I totally scored-I see a seat complete with one of the little work tables(those are NEVER available, Jesus is obviously on my side today)!  So, I say to a lovely gal about my mom’s age sitting there, “May I please sit here?”  She responded with a smile and said, “Why of course, I usually just say excuse me and sit down!  You are so polite!”  What’s up?  Did you guys hear that?  She said I was POLITE.  Sweet.  Anyway, we have a nice little conversation, and after that, she goes back to her work, and I plug into my iPod.  So I put it on shuffle, and I hear “Get What You Give” from the New Radicals(I know you guys remember that song).  It was so fitting, and I wanted to jump up and start singing-isn’t it funny how a song can fill you with so much emotion?  I mean, I was absolutely not ready to head into work today-tired, kind of cranky; but that single interaction turned my day around.Then, on top of that, I heard the song, and I wanted to jump up and start hugging on people.  It’s amazing how that can happen!  Like, y’know the commercial where the lady holds the pizza guy back from stepping into traffic, and in turn he does a good deed, and then the next person does a good deed, and so on and so on?  I feel like the gal from this morning has passed the torch to me.  I’m gonna give someone my seat today, or help them with their stroller, or ask them if they had a good day.  I will, just watch me go.

Got your Charlie card?

Well, here goes.  See, up until now, I have been satisfied reading other people’s blogs. But since our recent relocation to the kick ass city of Boston(ok, so we moved to the burbs, but the city is very close….), I have had a challenge placed in my lap that I feel I need to document.  Bets have been placed, over/unders have been figured….and the general concensus is…….that I will not last past September without a car.  Ok, this is where I back up and do some ’splainin.  I was lucky enough to have a car provided through my husband’s work, and man, it was great!  But, due to my accident history(3 fender benders in 2 years, ouch….), the insurance company said no car for now, check back with us in 2 years.I am in no way bitter; I fully own up to the fact that these accidents, even though they were minor, were my fault.  So, as we were ready to make the trek up to MA, my transportation was in question.  But anyone I came in contact with that has ever lived in, vacationed in, flown over, or daydreamed about Boston said,”You can take the T, no problem.”  Ok, cool. Guess what?  It actually is.  It’s fun, I’m not gonna lie.  I’m sure the excitement will wear off, but for now, I’m having a great time grinning like a jack ass at fellow passengers who are nodding off in their Dunkin’ Donuts cups(more about that later).  But certain family members(who will remain nameless, hee hee) think I am gonna crack, bitch and moan, and eventually demand transportation that seats 4 instead of 400.  Granted, grocery trips will be planned days ahead of time, and small errands may balloon into time leeching torture.  Oh and traveling with a 4 year old?  Well, that’s a special little treat all its own.  But guess what?  It’s gonna be fun.  I’m gonna learn stuff in the process.  Oh, and p.s., walking 2 miles a day as part of this commute doesn’t hurt either(I will post my weight as testament to the process)!  Everyday I will be exercising my body as well as my mind, and that’s a pretty decent benefit too, thank you very much.  Don’t forget that I am doing my part for the environment, and saving money to boot.  So come with me (in theory, of course, that is,unless you are town), and lets live life on the T.