here be dragons

do NOT ride the red line, or meander around park street, after 9.20 AM. this is when all the weirdos, freaks, and retards go to daycare (or their masspirg meetings).

the MBTA sucks all the time, but in this morning window your probability is greatly increased for any of the following:

-losing 43 minutes due to inept operation of the crip-crank by the conductor while trying to board stephen hawking bound for a leisurely wheel around the MFA (drool-cup included)

-being accosted by well-dressed, clean shaven young children of the cor - i mean, spreaders of the word of god

-being asked to sign a hippie petition by some fireplug whose gender, much less sexual orientation, is nebulous at best

-sitting next to the asian dude picking his nose, while your own olfactory senses are overcome by his grocery bags full of hybrid garlic-bok choy and powdered ylang-ylang musk of some exotic intestinal parasite sold for medicinal purposes at the allston super 88

-watching six B-line trains fly by, sparsely populated with normal professionals and people with 20th century hygiene regimens, while all the aforementioned congregate around you like flies around a starving ethiopian baby. that's right. THEY ALL WANT TO TAKE THE E LINE TOO