Longest Commute Ever
Since all my favorite TV shows are over for the season, I decided to take my time getting home last night. I perused the racks of the Newbury Street H&M, which was uncharacteristically calm due to the rainy weather. I made a stop at Filene’s Basement. After that, I started getting hungry and decided to head home.
Two subway stations were evacuated, and MBTA service was suspended for commuters during the evening rush hour after a small electrical fire broke out on tracks just outside the Downtown Crossing station yesterday.
I don’t know exactly when I started my commute home, but it was probably around 6:30. I got a train at Arlington heading for North Station. It crept slowly through the tunnels, skipped Park Street, and finally dumped us out at North Station. I waited another 20 minutes for a Lechmere train, and when one finally showed up, it was only a single car.
“A single f—ing car?” One irate passenger yelled. “We’ve waited this long, and you send a single f—ing car?” The other weary passengers did their best to get away from him.
When I got off the train at Lechmere, I saw throngs of commuters waiting for buses. A harried MBTA employee talked on his cell phone. Eventually, he informed the impatient crowd that a bus would be along in two minutes, blaming the holdup on a flood and the Red Line issues.
Ten minutes later, a bus finally arrived. I walked through my front door over an hour after I boarded the train, queasy from the swaying of the bus and the smell of rush-hour commuters. That’s what I get for taking some time to enjoy the city after work, I suppose.