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)
"Red line passengers, we are experiencing severe delays due to a signal delay at JFK/UMass Station.
Also, go fuck yourselves.”
People that hum on the T should be subject to aggressive face slapping.
Spotted on: the Green Line, where all’s fair in survival
The reggae-playing busker with a Jamaican twang really made my morning - a little island inspiration in the horrifying winter wasteland that is Boston.
Spotted: at South Station, where the water’s warm
I don’t understand why people will stand DIRECTLY in front of you in a mostly empty elevator, especially after you step on their heels a few times, and ESPECIALLY after you start breathing all over their necks in awkwardly long bursts.
In other news, made a new friend this morning!
Nothing gets you inspired to work on President’s Day when everyone else has it off like a group of teenagers screaming on the T at 7:35 about all their fun plans for the day and how stupid someone named Tanya is.
News flash: life will never be that good again so enjoy it while you can, and Tanya’s probably sleeping with your boyfriend, girl in the blue coat.
Spotted: on the Red Line, where the workweek takes no holidays
Some guy on the T is loudly and gleefully attempting to stage his own Quentin Tarantino film - shouting about how many times he was thrown in solitary confinement whilst in prison, saying “fuck” every other word, squawking about his impressive record, and chronicling all the times he challenged the police to fisticuffs.
Sadly it’s not the idicktical twin from Park Street. Also sadly, his horrifying female companion keeps bursting out into drug-addled laughter and screeching in the worst Boston accent I’ve heard since the last episode of Wahlburgers.
Why, T, why?
Spotted: on the Red Line, where solitary confinement is just too far away
Woman beside me is laughing hysterically - I assume it’s something on her phone, as she has her headphones in, but with my luck she’s insane and going to rip my face off for trying to get a picture.
ETA: she’s listening to Jeff Dunham, so she IS insane.
Spotted: on the Red line, where people are tickled by terrifying puppets