Welcome to Boston. Now, GO HOME.
Ok, there are some disadvantages to living in the tourist center of Boston. Namely, I am totally OVER it. My neighborhood is beautiful. I can't wait to move. Coming here was one of the most beneficial changes of my life. Now, I'm totally ready to leave. Back Bay, it's been real. Actually, no, it hasn't been, and that's the problem.
However, sometimes the amusement value makes up for it. Like today.
I went to Borders to pick up a book (and MIRACULOUSLY left the store with THAT book and ONLY that book: The Dante Club for those of you playing along at home) and on my way back, I saw a woman ill-advisedly standing in an intersection. Now, she was holding a few shopping bags and a Dunkin' Donuts cup, which indicates that she had buying power of some kind. So, the following seems kinda illogical, but that's neither here nor there for the hilarity of the story.
Some guys walk into the intersection heading towards her. They glance at her, briefly. Probably not making eye contact, but, y'know, making sure that she doesn't knock them into a puddle or something. Self-defense. So, she starts talking.
"Can you guys help me out? I'm from Boca Raton, Florida, and I lost my subway card. I need, I think it's $2, to get back to my hotel."
The guys keep walking. I don't think eye contact was *ever* made.
At this point, to no one in particular, she shouts: "WHY DO PEOPLE GOTTA BE SO RUDE?!!"
WELCOME TO BOSTON.
Now please, stop blocking the intersection. We're in a hurry.
However, sometimes the amusement value makes up for it. Like today.
I went to Borders to pick up a book (and MIRACULOUSLY left the store with THAT book and ONLY that book: The Dante Club for those of you playing along at home) and on my way back, I saw a woman ill-advisedly standing in an intersection. Now, she was holding a few shopping bags and a Dunkin' Donuts cup, which indicates that she had buying power of some kind. So, the following seems kinda illogical, but that's neither here nor there for the hilarity of the story.
Some guys walk into the intersection heading towards her. They glance at her, briefly. Probably not making eye contact, but, y'know, making sure that she doesn't knock them into a puddle or something. Self-defense. So, she starts talking.
"Can you guys help me out? I'm from Boca Raton, Florida, and I lost my subway card. I need, I think it's $2, to get back to my hotel."
The guys keep walking. I don't think eye contact was *ever* made.
At this point, to no one in particular, she shouts: "WHY DO PEOPLE GOTTA BE SO RUDE?!!"
WELCOME TO BOSTON.
Now please, stop blocking the intersection. We're in a hurry.