for now, a story to entertain you. thanks again to He for letting me use the chat transcript, and for being so funny.
me: heh. i'm soooo wanting to get my car back. she's been in the shop all week.
he: we have two actually, this one is almost twelve years old.
me: well, it'll be good when she's fixed. i just really miss the convenience of having a car.
me: never thought i'd say that, as i lived quite happily without car for nearly my whole life.
he: i'm a bus fan. i love mass transit. love the people
me: but now that i have her, i can't imagine not having one.
me: i don't mind taking the T or buses. sometimes easier than looking for parking.
me: but when you want to make a run to the all night store, it's a pain not to have the car.
he: when you visit, we'll ride the bus around town.
me: oh! speaking of the T - great story.
me: i was working downtown, and got out early. walked over to the end of the alley to get the T.
me: and there were about a thousand people waiting to get on shuttle buses.
me: 'crap, crap, crap. please let it be the green line, please let it be the green line...'
me: green and red go thru Park Street.
me: nope. it was the red line. back to the theatre to let people know, and then off to find a cab.
me: usually not a big deal, but when you and 4000 of your closest friends are trying to hail a cab, it's more of a blood sport.
he: heh, i should bet
me: finally caught up with my friends an hour late, and got the story.
me: some drunk driver had been on the Longfellow Bridge, had run thru a *steel* fence, and landed on the tracks on the third rail (live).
me: if you could see the bridge, you'd know just how hard it was to do that.
me: he *got out of the car* and left the scene.
he: wow, that's nuts
me: which of course pissed off the cops.
me: yeah. fried the rail, closed the red line, and pissed off a lot of folks.
he: i bet
me: i didn't even have the worst time of it - a friend of the folks i was meeting was stuck on one of the trains, and kept calling to give the live update from the scene.
he: ha - nice.
me: and of course, once you're trapped on a train, you have to pee. not sure how that law works, but it's true.
he: it's Murphys Law, subsection 28a - Urination Requirements in Enclosed, Toiletless Spaces.
me: nice. *giggles*
me: can i use that line?
he: Oh, I suppose. ;)
oh - and happy Father's Day, y'all.