Good Will

Today restored my faith in humanity a bit.

This morning I arrive at the train station and as we all wait to board, someone goes up to the train conductor with a 10 ride pass that only had 2 punches in it. He hands it to the conductor and says “I found this on the ground if anyone is missing their ticket.” It warmed my heart to see someone honest and turning in the ticket because those go for some cash…especially a zone 5 and he did the right thing by turning it in.

Once I got to North Station, I decided to walk to work and pass through Haymarket and pick up some fresh produce. As I am arriving to Haymarket, I walk by three people in sleeping bags. They are all cocooned inside and you can’t see them. I notice that each one of those people have a big bunch of banana’s by their sleeping bag waiting for them when they wake up. I thought that was so sweet of whoever did that, which made me almost cry on my way in to the market.  

Happy Friday everyone! Do something unexpectedly nice for someone today!

I Lost an Earring

Damn it! I lost an earring! I just noticed it in the ladies room. I had both of them when I left for work this morning and now…one is missing! I retraced my steps around the office and nothing! The only place it could be is…. ANYWHERE! OY VEY!! It could be on the ground in the train station parking lot…the same parking lot where I lost my Yurman. I am kind of hoping it is there because otherwise, there is no hope for retrieving it as it could be on the commuter rail, in North Station or on the ground between North Station and my office. I decided to walk with a train friend today before it rained. The rain gods were looking down on me today as it did not rain until I walked through my office buildings door. However, the earring gods… we shall see if they are on my side.

Tossed Salad

 

 

Last night, I decided I wanted salads…every day this week because I got this fabulous cheese at Tutto Bene Cheese and Wine Shop and wanted to enjoy it…every single day! So, I went to the grocery store and picked up fresh spinach, tomatoes and a cucumber. I got home and made 4 perfectly portioned salads layered with spinach, tomatoes, cucumbers, hard boiled eggs and the piece de resistance: Bellavitano Balsamic cheese! They looked so pretty and I was so proud.

This morning, I grab a salad out of the fridge and put it in my work bag. I then head to the train station. As I am looking for my parking spot, I see the train roll in. I park, grab my bag and run toward the train. I quickly realize my perfectly pretty salad is in my bag so I slow down to a brisk walk. Then, since it is school vacation this week, the line of people boarding is short and I realize that the train will leave without me once this short line is done boarding. I start to run again cursing the entire way to the parking meter machine because my pretty salad…no longer pretty. I can sense it.

I make the train with no problems and when I get my book to read out of my bag, I check my salad. It is totally tossed. It is no longer pretty buuut it will taste the same no matter what it looks like and tomorrow, I will make sure I get to the train a little early so I can enjoy a picture worthy salad at lunch time.

Is That a Summers Eve Wipe in Your Hand?

I haven’t been sleeping as much as I should lately. I have a lot on my plate and have been staying up late worrying-slash-getting things done which makes early mornings hard. Today was no acceptation. I must have hit snooze 20 times. I finally got up and got my butt to the train station.

I board the train and sit down while I am still in my morning fog. The guy across the way from me spills his coffee on his shirt (Yes shirt… it is finally nice out!) He is desperately searching for something to wipe it with. I think to myself “I got this!”

I whip open my purse and unzip my secret compartment where I stash things like aspirin, band aids, feminine products and SHOUT WIPES! I reach in there and feel what I think is a Shout Wipe. Without even looking at it, I reach across the seat and hand it to the guy for his shirt. As I am making the exchange, I realize I am not handing him a Shout Wipe… I am handing him a SUMMERS EVE wipe! They come packaged the exact same way!

I look up at him once I realize what I am giving him. He goes “A wipe is a wipe! I’ll just be fresh today!” Oh my god! If I could crawl under the seat and stay there for the rest of my life, I would have!

“WAIT!” I say in a panic. I quickly retract my Summers Eve wipe and rummage through my purse again. I pull out the Shout Wipe and hand it to him. He looks at me, thanks me for the wipe and we both had a good laugh all the way to North Station.

Happy Friday everyone!

The Power of NO!

Last week, I decided to read a book called “The Power of No!” while on the train. I decided to read it because I am always saying yes to people, even when I don’t want to. So, from now on, I am only agreeing to do the things I truly want to do. No more people pleasing. No more putting myself on the back burner… I do want I wannnnt!

On Wednesday, a guy gets on at Medford and sits next to me. As we are getting to North Station, I close my book and start putting it away. (Yup, I read a book not a reader…I have this thing where I like to see my book mark where I left off to see how far along I am. Call it OCD…whatever, I need to see it!) As I am putting my book away, the guy says “What are you reading?” I turn to him and say “The Power of NO!” he looks confused “Is that…a novel?” he asks. “Nope! I am learning how to say no!”

He starts to move away toward the aisle cautiously. “Uhh…ok! Well you have a great day!” He says as he gets up and gets off the train.

Friday rolls around and I am at Haymarket deciding on fruit to fill my weekend crepes when someone comes up behind me and says “How is The Power of No?!” I whip around and there he is; the guy who practically ran from me on Wednesday.

“It was great! I am on to a new book now!” I say as I am paying for my bananas.

“What book are you on to now?” he asks and I am ready to answer because I think the title is so funny.

“I am reading Jeneration X: One Reluctant Adult's Attempt to Unarrest Her Arrested Development; Or, Why It's Never Too Late for Her Dumb Ass to Learn Why Froot Loops Are Not for Dinner. It’s a memoir!”

I think he ran faster at Haymarket than he ran off the train!

 

 

(Picture courtesy of www.jennsylvania.com )

3 Minutes!

I am sorry I haven’t been keeping all of you apprised of my train situations! Things have gotten hectic and although I have lots to tell you, I just couldn’t.

 

Anyway, I got on a SPT (Sardine Packed Train…Although, I will admit that each time I type SPT, I am tempted to type STP!! What ever happened to them? Now I have Vaseline stuck in my head…and you can too if you click below or here)

 

 

Coincidentally, the Youtube video is just shy of 3 minutes which… I was on my way to telling you about until I got sidetracked.

I hop on the T at State Street and we are packed in so tight. The conductor yells over the loud speaker that if you can’t fit, there is a train 3 minutes behind this one. A guy further down in the train car screams “3 minutes my a*s!” everyone starts laughing and this guy takes it as a sign to be try and be a funny guy. “3 minutes! This is rush hour! It’s not getting here in 3 minutes. You liar!” We all giggle again.

He goes on and on “3 minutes! I am gonna need to smoke a blunt with all your lying.” “3 minutes! I’m gonna kick you’re a*s for lying.” He is now screaming and now everyone isn’t giggling. We are all looking at our feet because this guy is whacked!

We finally roll into Haymarket where he makes his way toward the door muttering “3 minutes! I’m going to kick his a*s now! Move outta my way!” We all allow him to exit and he makes his way up to the conductor but the conductor closes the doors and takes off before he can get him.

After the doors close people start cheering because he is gone! Someone screams “Did he leave some blunts behind?” another woman screams out “I bet you my tax dollars are supporting his stupid a*s!” Another blurts out that she needs a smoke after that one.

I never felt threatened by this crazy guy but it’s never a good thing to be packed in with someone that just might lose it.