To The MBTA-

(reposted form a Facebook Note)

Almost every other day, I go to class by taking the Red Line from Quincy Adams to Park Street and then taking the Green B line to BU East.

Well last week, I had to miss my 9 AM Spanish Class (twice) becuase a B train did not arrive on the time it usually would at Park Street, only about 5 minutes later than it should have. If I took this train at its regular time, I would be at class 5 minutes early, so it shouldn't be a big deal if the train was five minutes late. But, you see, during those 5 minutes, a good number of other trains from other lines drive up to Park Street, thus causing heavy traffic on the railway.

So, in order to deal with this, I decided to go to bed earlier, get up a little earlier, and take a earlier train to Park Street. So I'm waiting at Park Street and there's no train. Peculiar. Luckily I made it to my Spanish Class only about 10 minutes late, becuase I ran there from Kenmore Station. While I was carrying my guitar. Too bad I had an exam. Oops!

"Oh, c'mon, this never happened before, having a late train 3 times in a week, maybe they'll shape up." Yeah, that's what I thought until today.

So I took an earlier train to Park Street just to make sure, again, that I won't be late for Spanish. There was a train waiting for me this time! But I couldn't get on, becuase a flurry of the people getting out of the Red Line with me pushed, and shoved, and filled the train. It really sucks, becuase you know more than half of these people in that stuffed train are going to be gone by the time that train reaches Copley Station.

Crap, so I am stuck at Park Street waiting for the B train. Well, I have about 25 minutes 'til class, I'm sure to be there early. Maybe my regular train won't screw me again, like it had three times previously. And even if it doesn't come I am not going to run to Spanish Class again.

Of course it doesn't come for the next 20 minutes. I watch the other trains go by. C, D, D, E, C, C, D, E.

And every time me and my fellow B-line commuters see the trains go by, we shake our heads and mutter to ourselves. I almost punched the wall after I saw that last E train pass by, taunting us with its empty seats. Our train finally comes, as well as the commuters fresh out of the Red Line. We pack ourselves into the car, and arrive to class, or work much later than usual.

So not only you guys have only one B train pass Park Street about every twenty minutes, while every other line comes by at least two times, you like to have that train come when people are getting out of the Red line at the same time. And of course the B train is closer to these guys, and so they just shove their rude selves, right in.

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Well at least you guys knew you fucked up. After realizing that you didn't send a B train for a while, you send another one directly behind the one we were already on. And then you tell us we have to get off at Kenmore becuase the train was running express. Oh we shouldn't fret, becuase another train was right behind us. You guys are smart, you realize that most of us are already late, you can't piss us off any more.