If that were me.

[potatowithin]

I left the house at 6:40am with my tower of gifts, hoping the bus/train combo wouldn't be packed. I was one of four on the bus. There were a few people on the T from Oak Grove, but no one actually boarded my train car between Wellington and Back Bay -- a huge departure from the man-sandwiches and accidental impregnations I encounter every morning. I'm tired. A little sweaty. And the bag busted open once I got to Center Court. Thankfully, someone helped me carry it the rest of the way.

Next time, I am buying the Salvation Army a gift certificate.