That awkward moment when you’re glad it’s all over for the Sox because it means fewer hellish commutes but you can’t say it out loud ever for fear of pitchforks & torches.
Running shuttles for two stops and enforcing the front-door-only rule at the same time. FML.
Ever since I made fun of that girl for having a ranked list of favorite T stops, I’ve realized that Copley is my favorite T stop. When I’m outbound, Copley means the end is in sight. *sigh*
Anyone else have a favorite? It’s okay to admit it.