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ugh. worst trip home ever.
so, i was heading home on the t tonite, in a pretty bad mood, and not wanting to be bothered.
i ended up getting off at a random stop that i was toooold (you DEFINITELY lied about that chris...) had a bathroom with the hopes of relieving myself before my bladder exploded. After 10 minutes or so of wandering around desperatly searching for a ladies room, I gave up, and settled in to wait for the next train heading in my direction, thinking I'd just get off at south station, which i'm POSITIVE has a clean and working bathroom.
I ended up waiting next to this group of men talking a little too loudly in a different language, who kept looking in my direction. Frankly, i'm pretty much used to being stared at on the streets... it kinda comes with the blue hair in boston, so I didn't really think anything of it, and just shrugged if off, going back to my knee-shaking potty dance.
So finally the train comes, and I automatically head to my favorite seat on the blue line cars (front left corner of the car), not really paying attention to who's sitting next to me. About 5 seconds later, I hear loud talking again, and realize its the guys from before. Ok, whatever. Until the one sitting immediately to the right of me decides he's going to move his fat ass all the way over to the left side of his seat, effectively driving his elbow into my side and forcing me to squeeze against the wall. Again, whatever, this happens alot, and I can live with it. He then turns to me, apologizes, and tells me i'm beautiful. I smile and nod, thinking i'm making it quite obvious (especially between the headphones on my ears AND the book in my hand) that I really am not interested, and I don't want to talk.
Apparently I was wrong. He starts rambling and going on and on about god knows what. I pretended to listen for a short while, and then went back to my book, thinking that he can go fuck himself. Instead of getting the hint to stop talking, the dimwit decides that it's time he steps up his game. Now, I know that when I'm wearing a skirt and i'm out at night, chances are I'm going to get hit on. It's pretty much a guarantee on any sort of public transit. But this guy takes it to the next level,and puts his hand on my upper thigh, just at the edge of my skirt, and gives it a squeeze. (oh.my.god.) I pull away, just as he leans over and tells me (yea, direct quote here) "I need your body for sex with me". I jump up, and more to the complete opposite end of the car, making sure I'm safely surrounded by occupied seats.
The guy gets up, follows me, and stands right in front of me (you know, the whole "i'm doing this just to shove my package in your face" kinda standing in front of) and keeps going on about how much he loves me, and how beautiful i am, and how I should be his girlfriend (eep.).
So I get off at the next stop, thinking he'll stay behind, and I can just get on the next inbound train and be done with it. Instead, he gets off too, saying he'll escort me. I hop on a random orange line train, hoping again that he'll stick behind, but no such luck.
so I'm standing near the doors, inching away from him, when he grabs my wrist and drags me towards him....and trys to kiss me. like, wrapping his arms around me, groping at me, and trying to stick my hand in his pants and everything.(gag.)
The whole time i'm struggling against him, telling him to leave me alone or i'm telling the transit police, and all that jazz, in a crowded train, and NO ONE comes to my aid. (W.T.F. holy shit, boston.) So right now i'm freaking out. I'm completely convinced that this guy is going to rape me, and I'm going to be found dead at the bottom of the charles. he says he has something for me, and digs in his backpack to get it, just as the trains pulling into ruggles. (thank.god.) I manage to run out the doors, with them closing practically right behind me, with him still on the INSIDE of the train. (thank.fucking.god.)
so, obviously, i go right to the transit cop stand thing. only to find that there's noone there. I ask a mbta employee, who (surprisingly) was very helpful, and told me where I could find one that would still be manned at that time of night. So i make my way to downtown crossing (thankfully it's in the direction i should be heading, instead of taking me even further out of my way, )and then to the transit cop stand thingy, only to be made to wait for almost a half hour just to talk to someone for 2 minutes, and be told to go find an actual police officer (um, yea, you're supposed to relay the information, jerkoff transit cops.)
so i manage to find a pair right outside the exit, and have to spend the next 15 minutes giving a statement and description. (i still really needed to pee, and by this point, am doing the swaying, bouncing potty dance). So after they take down the information, they're nice enough to let me back into the T stop for free, and then I'm back on my mission to find a bathroom before i wet myself. (I still don't understand why hardly any t stops have bathrooms, and most of the ones that DO have them, close them. ) so i wait ten minutes before the next redline train comes, jump on, and am doing the fullout omgimgoingtoexplode potty dance. I run out the doors as soon as we hit south station, bound up the steps, and race to the bathroom, practically knocking down a group of tourists on my way.
after my wonderous pee, i head back down to the T, add money to my card (stupid jacki.) and wander down to the redline just as a braintree train is pulling in. I'm thinking "Omg, my luck is improving, hooraayyyyyyy".
no.
the train gets taken out of service at north quincy.
which, btw, is the first t stop that is completely out doors.
and. boston is cold in november.
I have to wait for another 10 minutes for the next train to come, practically freezing my ass off.
and I end up sitting next to this horrible homeless man (um. bad habit. i dont TRY to sit next to them, i just don't realize that they're homeless and i should stay away until i'm already sitting) who's leaning forward and swaying. He falls asleep, and ends up sliding over to lean on me (the SECOND time this has happened to me in the past like, two weeks, i swear). I spent the rest of my trip trying to figure out a way to get as far away as possibly without doign something that'd make the poor horrible homeless man slam his head into my empty seat (such as doing what i REALLY wanted to do, and run to the other side of the car).
I am SO.happy.to.be.home.
so, i was heading home on the t tonite, in a pretty bad mood, and not wanting to be bothered.
i ended up getting off at a random stop that i was toooold (you DEFINITELY lied about that chris...) had a bathroom with the hopes of relieving myself before my bladder exploded. After 10 minutes or so of wandering around desperatly searching for a ladies room, I gave up, and settled in to wait for the next train heading in my direction, thinking I'd just get off at south station, which i'm POSITIVE has a clean and working bathroom.
I ended up waiting next to this group of men talking a little too loudly in a different language, who kept looking in my direction. Frankly, i'm pretty much used to being stared at on the streets... it kinda comes with the blue hair in boston, so I didn't really think anything of it, and just shrugged if off, going back to my knee-shaking potty dance.
So finally the train comes, and I automatically head to my favorite seat on the blue line cars (front left corner of the car), not really paying attention to who's sitting next to me. About 5 seconds later, I hear loud talking again, and realize its the guys from before. Ok, whatever. Until the one sitting immediately to the right of me decides he's going to move his fat ass all the way over to the left side of his seat, effectively driving his elbow into my side and forcing me to squeeze against the wall. Again, whatever, this happens alot, and I can live with it. He then turns to me, apologizes, and tells me i'm beautiful. I smile and nod, thinking i'm making it quite obvious (especially between the headphones on my ears AND the book in my hand) that I really am not interested, and I don't want to talk.
Apparently I was wrong. He starts rambling and going on and on about god knows what. I pretended to listen for a short while, and then went back to my book, thinking that he can go fuck himself. Instead of getting the hint to stop talking, the dimwit decides that it's time he steps up his game. Now, I know that when I'm wearing a skirt and i'm out at night, chances are I'm going to get hit on. It's pretty much a guarantee on any sort of public transit. But this guy takes it to the next level,and puts his hand on my upper thigh, just at the edge of my skirt, and gives it a squeeze. (oh.my.god.) I pull away, just as he leans over and tells me (yea, direct quote here) "I need your body for sex with me". I jump up, and more to the complete opposite end of the car, making sure I'm safely surrounded by occupied seats.
The guy gets up, follows me, and stands right in front of me (you know, the whole "i'm doing this just to shove my package in your face" kinda standing in front of) and keeps going on about how much he loves me, and how beautiful i am, and how I should be his girlfriend (eep.).
So I get off at the next stop, thinking he'll stay behind, and I can just get on the next inbound train and be done with it. Instead, he gets off too, saying he'll escort me. I hop on a random orange line train, hoping again that he'll stick behind, but no such luck.
so I'm standing near the doors, inching away from him, when he grabs my wrist and drags me towards him....and trys to kiss me. like, wrapping his arms around me, groping at me, and trying to stick my hand in his pants and everything.(gag.)
The whole time i'm struggling against him, telling him to leave me alone or i'm telling the transit police, and all that jazz, in a crowded train, and NO ONE comes to my aid. (W.T.F. holy shit, boston.) So right now i'm freaking out. I'm completely convinced that this guy is going to rape me, and I'm going to be found dead at the bottom of the charles. he says he has something for me, and digs in his backpack to get it, just as the trains pulling into ruggles. (thank.god.) I manage to run out the doors, with them closing practically right behind me, with him still on the INSIDE of the train. (thank.fucking.god.)
so, obviously, i go right to the transit cop stand thing. only to find that there's noone there. I ask a mbta employee, who (surprisingly) was very helpful, and told me where I could find one that would still be manned at that time of night. So i make my way to downtown crossing (thankfully it's in the direction i should be heading, instead of taking me even further out of my way, )and then to the transit cop stand thingy, only to be made to wait for almost a half hour just to talk to someone for 2 minutes, and be told to go find an actual police officer (um, yea, you're supposed to relay the information, jerkoff transit cops.)
so i manage to find a pair right outside the exit, and have to spend the next 15 minutes giving a statement and description. (i still really needed to pee, and by this point, am doing the swaying, bouncing potty dance). So after they take down the information, they're nice enough to let me back into the T stop for free, and then I'm back on my mission to find a bathroom before i wet myself. (I still don't understand why hardly any t stops have bathrooms, and most of the ones that DO have them, close them. ) so i wait ten minutes before the next redline train comes, jump on, and am doing the fullout omgimgoingtoexplode potty dance. I run out the doors as soon as we hit south station, bound up the steps, and race to the bathroom, practically knocking down a group of tourists on my way.
after my wonderous pee, i head back down to the T, add money to my card (stupid jacki.) and wander down to the redline just as a braintree train is pulling in. I'm thinking "Omg, my luck is improving, hooraayyyyyyy".
no.
the train gets taken out of service at north quincy.
which, btw, is the first t stop that is completely out doors.
and. boston is cold in november.
I have to wait for another 10 minutes for the next train to come, practically freezing my ass off.
and I end up sitting next to this horrible homeless man (um. bad habit. i dont TRY to sit next to them, i just don't realize that they're homeless and i should stay away until i'm already sitting) who's leaning forward and swaying. He falls asleep, and ends up sliding over to lean on me (the SECOND time this has happened to me in the past like, two weeks, i swear). I spent the rest of my trip trying to figure out a way to get as far away as possibly without doign something that'd make the poor horrible homeless man slam his head into my empty seat (such as doing what i REALLY wanted to do, and run to the other side of the car).
I am SO.happy.to.be.home.