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Two well-dressed, middle-aged businessmen on the commuter rail just offered us their seats… This is the first time in history this has ever happened. Ever. How sad is it that my mind is still blown like 10 minute later?

Spotted: on the Greenbush line, where chivalry, apparently, isn’t actually dead

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Shitty preteen boys are talking about “pulling out last minute and jizzing on her bellayyyy” and getting their “d’s sucked.”

And that is how you know who’s a virgin and has never even seen a pair of boobs.

Spotted: on the Red line, where virginity is lush and alive

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I’m honestly not sure what’s worse - screaming into your phone on a packed train at 7:20am or wearing Mickey Mouse leggings.

Both, however, should be punishable by death.

Spotted: on the Red Line, the happiest place on earth

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The busker playing super sad French songs at South Station really expresses my sorrow over waiting 12+ minutes for a Braintree train at rush hour due to a disabled train at Central

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Woman beside me on the commuter rail just pulled a Blackberry out of her purse. I can only assume the feeling of pure joy and fascination I felt was the exact same feeling a paleontologist must experience when he watches someone unearth a dinosaur skeleton.

Spotted: on the Greenbush line, where everything’s pretty much a fossil anyway

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Bangarang, Rufio!

Spotted: on the Red Line, where we never grow up

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Nothing like rolling some cigs and lighting up on the T to really kick off the weekend.

Spotted: on the Red Line, where “Light Up the Night” takes on a whole new meaning

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Not the first topic that springs to mind for a musical, but to each their own

Spotted: on the Red Line, where inspiration strikes (and is quite possibly fatal)

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Not the first topic that springs to mind for a musical, but to each their own

Spotted: on the Red Line, where inspiration strikes (and is quite possibly fatal)

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"Red line passengers, we are experiencing severe delays due to a signal delay at JFK/UMass Station.

Also, go fuck yourselves.”

xoxo,
The MBTA