Every day I make the comedic and often perilous journey from my cute little town of Norwood to Boston. Every day I deal with the same stupid people. And EVERY day there is the moron. You see him, the one guy who just doesn't get it. As you fight your way through the hot press of bodies, the swampy, humid air trapped in the tunnels, and the maze of staircases, twist and turns you lose your humanity. We are no longer independantly thinking human beings but rather a mass headed towards an indeterminate end. Mindlessly we fall in step with the march of those before us as we head down. Were oblivious to everything except the music in our headphones. All of us except that guy, he will never back down, never submit. His will cannot be crushed.
It's commonly accepted that the right side is headed your direction, traffic opposing you is on the left. SAME AS DRIVING A CAR PEOPLE. but no, he can't fall in line, he can't just join the masses and flow. Like a salmon he has to fight the current and in his rebelliousness, fight the man.
Like boarding the T, the rest of us wait while passengers disembark before fighting our way inside. It has a flow as predictable as tides. Not this guy! He won't wait! What if the T departs without him? Could it be so overflowing that if he doesn't fight on immediately he won't be allowed on? Oh no! That would be terrible. Unthinkable!
And as I write this I realize I missed my stop two stops back and should probably stop writing. At the same time, I really enjoy riding the T and I'm early for work, so I'll meander on...
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