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NOTE: Here are older Boston subway stories. For more current T tales, see Universal Hub's MBTA pages.

Compiled by Adam Gaffin

Chivalry pays

John writes:
On a crowded Blue Line train, a pregnant woman got on at State Street. My Catholic School training kicked in and, being an able-bodied young man, I got up and offered her my seat. Two stops later, the drunk standing over her puked right in her lap. Thanks for the ettiquette lessons, Sister Elizabeth. They paid off just like you said.



Bitchin' Blue Line

Diamond writes:
A couple of friends of mine and I were traveling to City Hall for a look around. Well my friends and I were being boisterious and I admit a little irritating, well my blonde-hair, blue eyed, white best friend was talking the loudest. She noticed out of the corner of her eye, a girl staring at us. So my friend looked her dead in the eye and said, "What are you staring at? Take a picture, it lasts longer." Then the girl turned to us saying, "I hate white b***hes. Especially blonde, white b***hes." Needless to say we picked on her for the longest time about being the "White, blonde b***h!!!



It was insane

Carmeller
One day I arrived at the Blue Line at Govt. Center during the evening rush hour to discover the entire platform was packed, as if a train hadn't come in a very long time. I then noted the train stopped on the bound-to-Bowdoin side - there were T employees in orange vests swarming all around, and a T dog barking, and signs of a struggle in the car. We all watched for 10-15 minutes as something or other went on in that stopped train, and a Green Line arrived every minute pouring more and more commuters onto the Blue Line platform. It was insane. Finally, after some more struggle and barking, a T employee emerged from the stopped train, pushing some poor screaming man who had been restrained to a wheelchair. It was bizzah. Finally the T came again. The first three trains went right by all of us with their lights out, as the crowd grew and grew. When a train finally stopped....I've never been so packed into a T car. I spilled out the door by osmosis when we arrived at Maverick.



Pantsless at Govt. Center

Denise
Tuesday night I was getting on the Blue line from the Green at Gov't. A man who was to put it mildly, dishelveled, got on the train along with the rest of us people. He was wearing a gray trench coat. He seemed not disoriented but dazed. While sitting during the ride and looking around as people usually do, I noticed his pants were down around his knees and boy! I felt bad for the woman who was sitting next to him!



The singing motorman

Diane
This sounds like a driver on the Blue Line last year. He sang Christmas songs, baseball songs, and whatever songs were appropriate including baseball songs. He also wished us to have a good weekend on Frinday. Maybe he's the same person.

If it's the same guy, enjoy, it'll pick up your day.



Santa on the Blue Line

Neal
I've heard the chatty motorman on the Blue Line before. Around Christmas one year I heard him say: "Kids, never underestimate the power of Santa Claus; last year I asked for a train set and look what I got." Everyone on the train was dying with laughter after that.



Next stop: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmaverick!

Carmeller
I like the driver on the Blue who says, "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmaverick!" Why don't they all chat it up and be silly? It really makes a difference in an otherwise horrid, time-wasting commute.

One day I arrived at the Blue at Government Center during the evening rush hour to discover the entire platform was packed, as if a train hadn't come in a very long time. I then noted the train stopped on the bound-to-Bowdoin side - there were T employees in orange vests swarming all around, and a T dog barking, and signs of a struggle in the car. We all watched for 10-15 minutes as something or other went on in that stopped train, and a Green Line arrived every minute pouring more and more commuters onto the Blue Line platform. It was insane. Finally, after some more struggle and barking, a T employee emerged from the stopped train, pushing some poor screaming man who had been restrained to a wheelchair.

It was bizzah.

Finally the T came again. The first three trains went right by all of us with their lights out, as the crowd grew and grew. When a train finally stopped....I've never been so packed into a T car. I spilled out the door by osmosis when we arrived at Maverick.