We spent 8 hours in transit today from Boston to New York. I don't think you people with cars have a real appreciation for public transportation. You're welcome for the iPod. For this is the love child of mass transit and boredom.
Thanks to the Sheraton Ferncroft of Danvers, Massachusetts for the complimentary (plus $5 tip) shuttle bus to the shit mobile known as "The T". Sitting atop our luggage in shirt sticking humidity, we awaited the arrival of the Boston Commuter Rail. A big breasted woman donning a "Sox Fans Make Better Lovers" tank top crossed the platform to join us. Classy. I'm convinced Massachusetts' so-called "educated" population directly originates from the other 49 states. Boston got lucky.
Once we arrived in North Station, we navigated the cracker jack subway wanna-be. South Station brought Cosi for lunch and the Lucky Star Chinatown bus. Oh yeah.
A young Latino woman (and her son) (five-year-old son) (five-year-old son with a mom that looked like his sister) sat behind us. Aside from her charming (if loud) cell-phone Spanglish (no, seriously - she was purposely mixing sentences and interchanging words for some reason), we got to hear her son play with a toy designed and created by Satan himself. Then she bumped her MP3 player at full blast. I actually think she might have had a small jute box sitting on her shoulder back there.
I'm supposed to go back to Boston in 2 weeks. But after today, I think I'druther stay latched on NYC's locality leash.
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