The T

In the last week or so I have forgone the walking to work and started taking the T again (weather = cold). I am instantly reminded of why I hate the T. The overcrowding, the smell, the fear, the cesspool of disease, the collective ugliness of the people. The other day on the way home we stopped at Park Street for a solid 15 minutes. The car I was in went from empty to packed in 5 minutes and 2 minutes later claustrophobia set in and I could barely hold myself back from slamming an old man's head through the window.

The thing about the T is the people on it are so ugly. I don't get it, outside there is not as many ugly people. Walk around town and yea you see a fair share of ugly people, but there are good looking ones as well. Maybe it's the lighting on the T, or the fact that every other person on the T hates it as much as I do and therefore everyone looks pissed off. I don't know. But the people are so ugly on the T that when you do see a good looking girl or average looking girl, it is such a happy and amazing occurrence, that you truly begin to believe there is a God and he is looking out for you. And to be truthful, despite the ugly people, in an over packed crowded car you should be able to spot one decent looking girl (it's just simple odds when there are approximately 300 people jammed into one car, that there should be a least once decent looking girl), and since you are now used to seeing all the ugly people, you become fixated on this girl. She is the best looking girl in the world. You can’t help but stare and imagine a future of prolonged animalistic sex with her. You try and catch her eye, mouth the word "hey", or even purse your lips a little bit. If she happens to get off on the same stop as you as soon as she mixes in with the more normal levels of attractive people outside the T she has lost her allure. In fact, you are no longer sure if she was a girl at all or just a ragged looking homeless man.