This is Where I Live...

So, Boston has a public transportation system. Notice that I started this post by stating the pure and simple fact of the mere existence of public transportation in Boston, rather than commenting on how nice it is. Because the fact of the matter is, the Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority (or, "the T" as it's known to locals) exists, functions some of the time, and that's about the extent of it.

I live on the T's Green Line. More specifically, I live on the B-line branch of the Green Line. This may mean very little to you who are reading this post, and not living in Boston. Suffice it to say, the first time I visited Boston, someone referred to the B-line as "the slow train to hell." They weren't far off. Although, to be fair, the B-line ends at Boston College in the suburban town of Chestnut Hill. So, really, it's more like the slow train to purgatory. But, I digress.

To give you an idea of how amazing the Green Line is, I offer you the following gems, which happened within less than one week of one another:

A tranny* train driver on the Green Line crashed into another train because he was texting his girlfriend. Amazing. This, incidentally, is not the first Green Line crash in recent memory. Thankfully, this one was far less tragic.

And just this morning, a man stabbed himself on an inbound Green Line train at Copley Square. Number 1: Why are you carrying a knife on the T? and Number 2: How the crap did you sit on it??

This is where I live, folks. :^)

This person, however, seems to hate the T more than I do. More so, even, than the average Bostonian.

Update (05/15/2009): It's not just the Green Line, by the way. It happens on the Red Line, too.

*This fact is immaterial to the story. It was just some additional information I recently discovered. I also recently learned that the reason he was texting his girlfriend, is that she didn't answer when he called her. Nice.