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Confetti in my Hair

Monday, September 19, 2005

3) Color Coded

A tale of two subway lines.

Orange Line- Nicole and I are waiting for a train in Downtown Crossing. An older guy and a teenager go from arguing to yelling to taking off their belts. Before we know it, they're circling and snapping each other with them while a blase and almost disinterested crowd looks on. Eventually the train comes.

Green Line- Yesterday a woman gets on the very crowded train, kind of a glitzy aging Paris Hilton character. Lo and behold, she brazenly brings two little poodles with her, not in her purse, but walking on the floor. They sniff all around, climb on things and cause five passengers to almost fall while trying to not step on them. Eventually she gets off the train.

Boston is a divided city.

1 Comments:

At 3:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hell yeah Orange Line. The most Ghetto Fabulous and Ridiculous of all trains in Boston, Where I once saw a real life impromptu Free Style Contest Go Down. Also where men in sweat pants with holes in them from scratching themselves follow me after I tell them I am on my way to Bible Study insisting that they be able to buy me a yummy non-alcholic beverage

 

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